Best All Alone Quotes

We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and — in spite of True Romance magazines — we shall all someday look back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way. I do not say lonely — at least, not all the time — but essentially, and finally, alone. This is what makes your self-respect so important, and I don’t see how you can respect yourself if you must look in the hearts and minds of others for your happiness.

Loneliness adds beauty to life. It puts a special burn on sunsets and makes night air smell better.

The best part about being alone is that you really don’t have to answer to anybody. You do what you want.

I think I learned pretty early that in the end, its only you. To an extent, youre all alone.

What good is sitting all alone in your room?

It wasn’t so much that I was all alone on stage, but it was the realization of how much you need the response-you need the audience to tell you where to go

I remember when I was working on All Alone in the Universe, and Robin Roy was my editor. When I first sent it to her, she said kids this age don’t want pictures in their books.

I crawled back into myself all alone, just delighted to observe that I was even more miserable than before, because I had brought a new kind of distress and something that resembled true feeling into my solitude.

By the 6th grade I stopped doing ordinary things in front of people. It had been ordinary to sing, kids are singing all the time when they are little, but then something happens. It’s not that we stop singing. I still sang. I just made sure I was alone when I did it. And I made sure I never did it accidentally. That thing we call ‘bursting into song.’ I believe this happens to most of us. We are still singing, but secretly and all alone.

The writer is all alone.

Once I went professionally to an archaeological expedition-and I learnt something there. In the course of an excavation, when something comes up out of the ground, everything is cleared away very carefully all around it. You take away the loose earth, and you scrape here and there with a knife until finally your object is there, all alone, ready to be drawn and photographed with no extraneous matter confusing it. That is what I have been seeking to do-clear away the extraneous matter so that we can see the truth-the naked shining truth.

One little Indian boy left all alone; He went and hanged himself and then there were none.

Can I get a lock for my tent? Bears can’t unzip tents, Lana. Well, chainsaw psychos who wander the woods looking for young girls all alone to chop up into pieces can. There are no chainsaw psychos! I can’t believe you’ve never been camping. It’s safe, Lana. I promise. Easy for you to say. You’ll be snuggled up safely in the arms of Beau Vincent. I’m more than positive he could take on a black bear.

When I’m all alone and I’m by myself, little Peter keeps me company.

Love Poem ????????? It’s so nice to wake up in the morning all alone and not have to tell somebody you love them when you don’t love them any more.

When we truly realize that we are all alone is when we need others the most.

Inside myself is a place where I live all alone and that is where I renew my springs that never dry up.

He is the straight to video sequel to your summer hit movie. He is the verse to that song on the radio you have to hum cause you can’t remember the words. You couldn’t break this kid’s heart, he is so far beyond that. This is the kind of kid who blew out the candles on hope all alone for too many birthdays to remember. And no one has ever fallen in love with anyone with a smile that’s dripping with please die.

Daei’s all alone here, with four Chelsea defenders for company.

The unicorn lived in a lilac wood, and she lived all alone. She was very old, though she did not know it, and she was no longer the careless color of sea foam but rather the color of snow falling on a moonlit night. But her eyes were still clear and unwearied, and she still moved like a shadow on the sea.

The last unicorn lived in a lilac wood, and she lived all alone.

I be crazy too, little buddy, but at least when I be craziest, I be floating all alone in space and the crazy, she float out of me, she soak into the walls, and she don’t come out till there be battles and little boys bump into the walls and squish out de crazy.

Clap for the heavy weight champ ME But I couldn’t do it all alone WE

I only bleed when I’m all alone

Doubt is a central factor all the time. There’s always the doubt: What the hell am I doing out here in the middle of the woods, all alone, painting?

We’re really all alone. We can’t ever get inside another person’s spirit, and see the world they do. So we are alone in that sense. The only way we have to communicate feelings is through words.

If a man, sitting all alone, cannot dream strange things, and make them look like truth, he need never try to write romances.

Step on a crack , you’ll break your mama’s back. Step on a stone, you’ll end up all alone. Step on a stick, you’re bound to get the Sick. Watch where you tread, you’ll bring out all the dead. – A common children’s playground chant, usually accompanied by jumping rope or clapping.

Everyone, at some point in their lives, wakes up in the middle of the night with the feeling that they are all alone in the world, and that nobody loves them now and that nobody will ever love them, and that they will never have a decent night’s sleep again and will spend their lives wandering blearily around a loveless landscape, hoping desperately that their circumstances will improve, but suspecting, in their heart of hearts, that they will remain unloved forever. The best thing to do in these circumstances is to wake somebody else up, so that they can feel this way, too.

Always get to the set or the location early, so that you can be all alone and draw your inspiration for the blocking and the setups in private and quiet. In one sense, it’s about protecting yourself; in another sense, it’s about always being open to surprise, even from the set, because there may be some detail that you hadn’t noticed. I think this is crucial. There are many pictures that seem good in so many ways except one: They lack a sense of surprise, they’ve never left the page.

Some of my foster families used to send me to the movies to get me out of the house and there I’d sit all day and way into the night. Up in front, there with the screen so big, a little kid all alone, and I loved it. I loved anything that moved up there and I didn’t miss anything that happened and there was no popcorn either.

The story of the Baudelaires takes place in a very real world, where some people are laughed at just because they have something wrong with them, and where children can find themselves all alone in the world, struggling to understand the mystery that surrounds them.

Cold as winter, strong as stone; She faced the darkness all alone. A silver goddess; a reflection. A mirage; a recollection. No return; no turning back. The past is gone, the future, black. Serpents gather in their nest, And she stands above the rest. Shadows hunt; she hunts the shadow. The moon is risen; she stands below. She views her world through the eyes of others. Black and white; there are no colors, As she looks down upon a shattered youth. A shattered mirror shows a shattered truth.

I’m shooting in Brooklyn, we’ve got all kinds of crap going on, and I’m all alone now in a big hotel suite that you can’t believe the size of it and a thing sticks in my foot and I just think it’s the funniest thing that’s ever happened to me.

Once upon a time, a little girl was raised by monsters. But angels burned the doorways to their world, and she was all alone.