Muriel Rukeyser Quotes

In the country of pain we are each alone.

There is no corner too quiet, or too far away, for a woman to make sorrow in it.

In a household tragedy, you are very much aware of being alone. It is something that is possible to grasp, and that is why it hurts so much. Because you are alone. I know a little about this.

Everything you do makes my body scream with loneliness.

Lost in loneliness and pain. Black and unendurable, Thinking of you with every Corpuscle of my flesh, in Every instant of night And day.

When lovely woman stoops to folly and Paces about her room again, alone, She smooths her hair with automatic hand, And puts a record on the gramophone.

It's not fair to show someone the sun and then banish him from it. Even the devil may cry when he looks around hell and realizes that he's there alone. -Acheron

This world that I live in is empty and cold/the loneliness cuts me and tortures my soul.

Nothing remained but loneliness and grief.

It takes a moment to make memories and a lifetime to forget them.

When I realize that she is gone, perhaps gone forever, a great void opens up and I feel that I am falling, falling, falling into deep, black space. And this is worse than tears, deeper than regret or pain or sorrow, it is the abyss into which Satan was plunged. There is no climbing back, no ray of light, no sound of human voice or human touch of hand.

I have loved badly, loved the great Too soon, withdrawn my words too late; And eaten in an echoing hall Alone and from a chipped plate The words that I withdrew too late.

The pain of being alone is completely out of this world, isn't it? I don't know why, but I understand your feelings so much, it actually hurts.

When grief is deepest, words are fewest.

He who loves 50 people has 50 woes; he who loves no one has no woes.

Getting through the nights is the toughest part. Being alone. Not having her there to talk to.

Loneliness comes with life.

Widow. The word consumes itself.

It can be kind of gruesome at times, making things alone.

It is misery, you know, unspeakable misery for the man who lives alone and who detests sordid, casual affairs; not old enough to do without women, but not young enough to be able to go and look for one without shame!

How little remains of the man I once was, save the memory of him! But remembering is only a new form of suffering.

Grief can't be shared. Everyone carries it alone. His own burden in his own way.

I was separated from my wife at the time. A lot of people think I wrote it about prison.

Experience is what you have after you've forgotten her name.

When you have adversity and you have pain, you never feel more alone than you do at that moment. And you can be surrounded by hundreds of thousands of people.