“Many politicians are tantalizing storytellers, as they mix facts with fiction, grab our emotion and tell things, they want us to believe. Their factoids are unremittingly reiterated, take a life on their own and in the end become the very truth… until the bubble bursts.( What after bowling alone? )”
“If you’re trying to tell me you’re not used to mattering to someone, I might just bleed out right here on the floor.”
“We are all sentenced to solitary confinement inside our own skins, for life.”
“Saul stared at his Whisky Sour. He hadn’t heard from Zoe in about a week. Maybe she had lost interest. All at once, the room was filled with people laughing, talking about how wonderful it was to be a couple. He was mildly amused at how disconcerting being alone felt. He had met Zoe about a month ago, when he helped her cross a busy boulevard. Yet, it seemed like he had known her for years. He stepped outside to call and leave another message.”
“What does it feel like to be lonely? It feels like being hungry: like being hungry when everyone around you is readying for a feast.”
“Living alone, with no one to consult or talk to, one might easily become melodramatic, and imagine things which had no foundation on fact.”
“It feels like someone is gripping my heart and twisting it. It feels like I can t breathe. I shut my eyes tightly against the memory that is threatening to surface. I can t breathe. Can t breathe. Can t breathe!”
“And here I was, left with only myself to deal with. It was entirely up to me.”
“An invention is a responsibility of the individual, society cannot invent, it can only applaud the invention and inventor.”
“We might be all alone in the world, en effet, but that doesn t mean we have to be lonely.”
“Alone From childhood’s hour I have not been As others were—I have not seen As others saw—I could not bring My passions from a common spring— From the same source I have not taken My sorrow—I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone— And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone— Then—in my childhood—in the dawn Of a most stormy life—was drawn From ev’ry depth of good and ill The mystery which binds me still— From the torrent, or the fountain— From the red cliff of the mountain— From the sun that ’round me roll’d In its autumn tint of gold— From the lightning in the sky As it pass’d me flying by— From the thunder, and the storm— And the cloud that took the form (When the rest of Heaven was blue) Of a demon in my view—”
“There are vast areas of stubbornness and ignorance the Holy Spirit has to reveal in each of us, but it can only be done when Jesus gets us alone...Jesus cannot teach us anything until we quiet all our intellectual questions and get alone with Him.”
“I would rather walk alone in light than with many in the darkness.”
“people need me. I fill them. if they can t see me for awhile the get desperate, they get sick. but if I see them too often I get sick. it s hard to feed without getting fed.”
“We are not lonely, because we chose to be alone. We are not lost, because we chose to disappear.”
“I suppose you come in here often, then,” I say, half teasing. “Bringing your maids and admirers?” Magiano frowns at that. He shakes his head. “You think I’m bedding every maid I speak to?” he says and shrugs. “Flattered, Your Majesty. But you are very wrong.” “So, what you’re telling me is that you come to this secret space alone?” He tilts his head in a flirtatious way. “What’s wrong with a thief wanting a little private time now and then?” He comes closer. His breath warms my skin like the fog that hovers over the water. “Of course, here you are. I suppose I’m not alone, after all.”
“Everyone’s alone—or so it seems to me. They make noises, and think they are talking to each other; They make faces, and think they understand each other, And I’m sure they don’t. Is that delusion? Can we only love Something created in our own imaginations?”