Kristin Hannah Quotes

But who knows what she spoke to the darkness, alone, in the bitter watches of the night, when all her life seemed shrinking, and the walls of her bower closing in about her, a hutch to trammel some wild thing in?

I was so broken when I did the first record. I was living in my parents' basement, I didn't know anyone. I was broken-hearted and writing this really dark record. I was at the bottom of a well.

Into the nothingness of scorn and noise, Into the living sea of waking dreams, Where there is neither sense of life or joys, But the vast shipwreck of my life's esteems; And e'en the dearest--that I love the best-- Are strange--nay, rather stranger than the rest.

My boyfriend dumped me. My best friend won't talk to me. My future is in a garbage can. Everything has turned to crap. Can you please just let me be a sullen teenager. just this once

Misery no longer loves company. Nowadays it insists on it.

I had never felt so lonely and so sad in my entire life.

At the beginning and at the end of love, the two lovers are embarrassed to find themselves alone.

Solitude terrifies the soul at twenty.

Only the lonely know the way I feel tonight.

Moon! Moon! I am prone before you. Pity me, and drench me in loneliness.

Love and despair go hand in hand.

The idea of feeling isolated is scary to me - to walk through the world alone would be heartbreaking.

I have sadness in me. I have anger in me. I have heartbreak in me.

You are sad because they abandon you and you have not fallen.

It would be very unjust to say that you deserted me, but that I was deserted, and sometimes terribly so, is true.

Sometimes when I'm alone I Cry, Cause I am on my own. The tears I cry are bitter and warm. They flow with life but take no form I Cry because my heart is torn. I find it difficult to carry on. If I had an ear to confide in, I would cry among my treasured friend, but who do you know that stops that long, to help another carry on. The world moves fast and it would rather pass by. Then to stop and see what makes one cry, so painful and sad. And sometimes... I Cry and no one cares about why.

Then black despair, The shadow of a starless night, was thrown Over the world in which I moved alone.

One day he said, "I'll tell this town How it feels to be an unfunny clown." And he told them all why he looked so sad, And he told them all why he felt so bad. He told of Pain and Rain and Cold, He told of Darkness in his soul, And after he finished his tale of woe, Did everyone cry? Oh no, no, no, They laughed until they shook the trees... And while the world laughed outside. Cloony the Clown sat down and cried.

The problem with heartbreak is that nobody can help you when you're heartbroken. Nobody and nothing. Not the films you watch alone desperately searching for a character who feels the way you do, not the glasses or bottles of whisky you keep by your bed and certainly not Instagram.

At this, Constance sat down on a rock and covered her face. She seemed smaller than ever now - so small the harbor breeze might catch her up like a scrap of paper and carry her away, carry her into nowhere.

Our hearts are breaking... We are lonely and deserted, sad and sick.

I felt myself in a solitude so frightful that I contemplated suicide. What held me back was the idea that no one, absolutely no one, would be moved by my death, that I would be even more alone in death than in life.

I would certainly end up forever crying the blues into a coffee cup in a park for old men playing chess or silly games of some sort.

Just leave me alone. I'm not myself. I'm falling apart, and I don't want you here.