“The lonely people have taught me, that I am not alone.”
“When life is difficult, try looking up at the night sky. A million stars proclaim aloud His Handiwork. And you know you are never alone.”
“The trouble with living alone, she had discovered-and the reason why most people she knew didn t like to be alone even for a little while-was that the longer you lived alone, the louder the voices on the right side of your brain got.”
“I looked forward to making friends at school, but I had come late and friendships had already been formed. I couldn’t find my way into their world. They seemed to have a secret code I couldn’t decipher.”
“No, he said, we are not alone. I have you, and you have me. And there is Arya and Nasuada and Orik, and many others besides who will help us along our way.”
“I am not alone, in my aloneness.”
“Oh! To live alone, always alone, in the midst of the crowd that surrounds me, without a word of love ever coming to gladden my soul, without a friendly hand reaching out to me!”
“Madoka: Won t anyone notice that Mami-san is dead? Homura: Mami Tomoe s only relatives are distant relations. It will be quite some time before anyone files a missing persons report. When one dies on that side of the wards, not even a body is left behind. She ll wind up forever a missing person ... That is what happens to magical girls in the end. Madoka: ...That s too cruel! Mami-san has been fighting all alone for a long time for everyone s sake! For no one to even notice that she s gone... That s just too lonely a fate... Homura: It is just that kind of contract that gives us the power in the first place. It isn t for anyone else s sake. We fight on for the sake of our own prayer. So for no one to notice... for the world to forget us... That is just something we have to accept.”
“A half-dead thing in a stark, dead world, clean mad for the muck called gold; While high overhead, green, yellow and red, the North Lights swept in bars?- Then you ve a hunch was the music meant...hunger and night and the stars.”
“Barbaric is letting the woman suffer to be alone for the rest of her life.”
“I don’t care too much about talking, but I don’t like being alone.”
“The church grew very lonely about him, and he began to feel like a child whose mother has forsaken it. Only he knew that to be left alone is not always to be forsaken.”
“But it doesn t happen that way, I keep telling myself knowingly and sadly. Only in our fraternity pledges and masonic inductions, our cowboy movies and magazine stories, not in our real-life lives. For, the seventeenth-century humanist to the contrary, each man is an island complete unto himself, and as he sinks, the moving feet go on around him, from nowhere to nowhere and with no time to lose. The world is long past the Boy Scout stage of its development; now each man dies as he was meant to die, and as he was born, and as he lived: alone, all alone. Without any God, without any hope, without any record to show for his life. ( New York Blues )”
“I turned my ear toward the door because I heard him breathing. When you’re alone and afraid, the simple sound of the steady in and out of air being drawn by another person is good medicine.”
“A game like sardines is scary, not so much for the hider but for the seekers. It s scary because you lose your companions and the whole world creeps up quiet and you slowly realize you re going to stumble upon a secret place where everyone will jump out at you. And then, when you are the very last seeker, you start to wonder if you re the only person in the world. If the hiding place somehow sucked up the players and the last one has to decide to run away or get sucked up, too.”
“No one ever said aloud any of the kinds of things he was so constantly thinking, because no one in the parish, not Alice, not Lady Higgs, not anybody, ever seemed to see the things he saw. If they thought as he did, if they saw what he did, they never mentioned it; and to have things which are precious to one eternally unmentioned makes one, he had long discovered, lonely. These August nights, for instance—remarkably and unusually beautiful, warm and velvety as he had never known them, ushered in each evening by the most astonishing variety of splendid sunsets—nobody had said a single word about them. They might have been February ones, for all the notice they got. Sometimes he climbed up to the top of Burdon Down towards evening, and stood staring in amazement at what looked like heaven let loose in flames over England; but always he stood alone, always there was no one but himself up there, and no one afterwards, when he descended from his heights, seemed to be aware that anything unusual had been going on.”
“If shame had a face I think it would kind of look like mine If it had a home would it be my eyes Would you believe me if I said I m tired of this Well here we go now one more time I tried to climb your steps I tried to chase you down I tried to see how low I could get it down to the ground I tried to earn my way I tried to tame this mind You better believe that I tried to beat this [CHORUS] So when will this end it goes on and on Over and over and over again Keep spinning around I know that it won t stop Till I step down from this for good I never thought I d end up here Never thought I d be standing where I am I guess I kinda thought it would be easier than this I guess I was wrong now one more time I tried to climb your steps I tried to chase you down I tried to see how long I could get it down to the ground I tried to earn my way I tried to tame this mind You better believe that I tried yo beat this [REPEAT CHORUS] Sick cycle carousel This is a sick sycle, yeah Sick cycle carousel This is a sick cycle, yeah [REPEAT CHORUS TWICE] Sick cycle carousel Sick cycle carousel Sick cycle carousel...”