Top 100 She Was Alone Quotes
#1. She was alone and still, gazing out to sea; and when she felt his presence and the worship of his eyes her eyes turned to him in quiet sufferance of his gaze, without shame or wantonness.
James Joyce
#2. Lacy was just as happy alone as with company. When she was alone, she was potential; with others she was realized.
Steve Martin
#3. Reflection must be reserved for solitary hours; whenever she was alone, she gave way to it as the greatest relief; and not a day went by without a solitary walk, in which she might indulge in all the delight of unpleasant recollections.
Jane Austen
#4. She had never before minded being alone. Now she dreaded it. When she was alone now she felt so dreadfully alone.
L.M. Montgomery
#5. Only when she was alone did she have the sense that she really existed; other people might be frightened precisely because of that sense, but she was frightened of other people because they stole it from her.
Harry Mulisch
#6. At that moment there were two feelings inside Celeste's tiny, rapidly beating heart that made her feel as full, and as empty, as a gourd. The sheer beauty of this moment was perfect and sublime. But she was alone.
Henry Cole
#7. For years, she'd mistaken habit and affection for true love. She had assumed that the love she gave her husband was a reflection of the love he felt for her, and now, because of her blindness, she was alone.
Kristin Hannah
#8. But, when she was alone, someone rapped on the door and she found herself on her feet, knife in hand, before she had time to reason with her fear.
Ruth Downie
#9. Besides, she was alone and those who drink alone, she decided, had no need of any impediments to the pure act of consumption.
Alan Goodare
#10. The mere thought that she was alone and surrounded by books gave her a near-sensuous thrill. As she looked around her room, dark escaper for the slash of light near her lamp, and saw the vague outlines of her books, she asked herself 'Have I not the whole world?
Andrew Wilson
#11. She sobbed and babbled, and the pain of loneliness and fear felt even greater than the agony of her battered body. It choked the air from her lungs. She was alone. Alone with pain. And soon the mountain lion's teeth
Michael Grant
#12. But somewhere, deep within her, she knew that if she opened up to this man, it would be the most dangerous thing she ever did. He made her want to believe that she could share her burdens. When the truth was that she was alone. And she always would be.
Sarah MacLean
#14. She was alone in the stillness of the universe a little while before all the confusion began. It was if she could hear it ticking, check in on the life at the very center of it, its wellspring that everyone somehow knows, before it was covered by noise.
Polly Horvath
#15. Orgasms, for her, had been what she faked with a man and provided herself when she was alone,
Linda Howard
#16. In her crazy, upside down world, she needed someone like that. A rock that would keep her going, an anchor to keep her from drifting away. Instead, she was alone
Kayla Krantz
#17. She cried for herself, she cried because she was afraid that she herself might die in the night, because she was alone in the world, because her desperate and empty life was not an overture but an ending, and through it all she could see was the rough, brutal shape of a coffin.
John Cheever
#18. With no one to share it with, success would be just another reminder that she was alone.
Lisi Harrison
#19. Ideas were growing in all directions and dimensions; they were becoming a sculpture, or a castle. And then everyone left her, to return to their own affairs; and she was alone, and empty and unbelieving again.
Kristin Cashore
#20. Thinking of her friends, she felt the peculiar unshared flavour of her own existence: she was alone.
Ian McEwan
#21. She liked being alone, and she was alone a lot. When she met people, she often found them deeply strange, their behavior incomprehensible, their confidence unsettling.
Bernhard Schlink
#22. He squeezed her hand one last time. Then Jack was gone and she was alone.
Melissa De La Cruz
#23. She was mystified by people who were always hurrying things along. A time of waiting offered moments, minutes, sometimes even hours of peace, of rest, during which, as a rule, she was alone with herself.
Jan-Philipp Sendker
#24. Sometimes when she was alone, and she knew she was alone, she permitted her mind to play in a garden, and she smiled.
John Steinbeck
#25. Fact: She was alone with Quint in his bedchamber.
Fact: He was talking of theorems, secret messages, and mathematical probability.
Fact: She was incredibly, distractingly aroused.
Joanna Shupe
#26. Never show a weakness; never show pain. The vulnerable get eaten. She would break down later when she was alone, but neither he nor anyone else would ever see it.
Ilona Andrews
#28. Then she was alone- with only a wolf for companionship- waiting to tell the next girl what a folly it was to love him, to trust him.
Melissa Marr
#29. Being on her own had never been a burden. Instead of weighing her down, it buoyed her up; when she was alone, she was lighter. When she was by herself, she felt untethered and free.
Jennifer E. Smith
#30. You are alone when something like this happens. Doesn't matter how many people love you and want to help you. You are alone.
When Marchent died, she was alone.
Anne Rice
#31. It was not often that she was alone like this and she did not like it. When she was alone she had to think and, these days, thoughts were not so pleasant.
Margaret Mitchell
#32. The group of people in front of her was jovial and paid her no attention. The group behind was much the same. She was alone without being alone.
Andre Alexis
#33. The more she was absolutely in need of external friendship, the more disposed was she to reject it, and to declare to herself that she was prepared to stand alone in the world.
Anthony Trollope
#34. She left me alone in the riddle. I needed her because I loved her - or I loved her because I needed her. Why had the feelings turned to a maze? Now I was lost in the dark.
M. Pierce
#35. There's one thing I want you to do for me."
"Anything." He pleaded.
"When you're all alone, sitting in the silence behind bars, separated from your freedom. Ask yourself. Was it worth it?" She closed her eyes and pulled the trigger.
Michelle Umland
#36. The idea of love seemed an invasion," she wrote. "I had thoughts to think, a craft to learn, a self to discover. Solitude was a gift. A world was waiting to welcome me if I was willing to enter it alone.
Kate Bolick
#37. The growth of my love story had been gradual but my success had always existed and both coupled together formed a deadly combination that was detrimental to our love. I wanted people to love me. She wanted them to leave her alone.
Faraaz Kazi
#38. When he looked over, Emma had her head tipped back against the tree, and was humming as she watched the clouds move through the branches. Peter realized then how alone they each were. It was just that now they were alone together.
Jennifer E. Smith
#39. She never answered. She couldn't. All she could do was stare, reaching toward him with her gaze alone, pulling him to drown in the sorrow of those depthless black pools.
Kelly Creagh
#40. 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.
Stephen King
#41. It's not proper for seventeen-year-old princesses to be alone with young men who have questionable intentions."
She laughed. "And what about young men who she's been best friends with since she was barely old enough to walk?"
He shook his head. "Those are the worst.
Marissa Meyer
#42. One of the best things Dr. G. told me was that I didn't have to judge every new situation I encountered. Living alone, for example. She said I didn't have to say that living alone was good or bad, I could just live alone and not make a judgement on it.
Natalie Taylor
#43. The desire, let alone the gesture,to meet her needs was good enough to loft her spirits to the place where she could take the next step: ask for some clarifying word; some advice about how to keep on with a brain greedy for news nobody could live with in a world happy to provide it.
Toni Morrison
#44. She would rather be alone in her room than alone in the midst of a celebration she was not a part of.
Malinda Lo
#45. Without him, [Nate] she was completely alone in the world. There was no one at all for her. No one in the world who cared whether she lived or died. Sometimes the horror of that thought threatened to overwhelm her and plunge her down into bottomless darkness ...
Cassandra Clare
#46. If it weren't for the animals waiting for her, she wouldn't bother getting out of bed. Then, room service was a little lacking when you lived alone.
Dale Mayer
#47. She had already contacted her Peacemaker to ensure that everything there was as it should be. Ironholgs had spat and buzzed as if annoyed at being disturbed, but all was well. She yearned to be back in the ship, alone.
Tim Lebbon
#48. Left alone, Miss Verney felt so old, lonely and helpless that she began to cry. No builder would tackle that shed, not for any price she could afford. But crying relieved her and she soon felt quite cheerful again. It was ridiculous to brood, she told herself.
Jean Rhys
#49. every dream she had ever had, like delicious fruits, and then left her alone to discover that every one was poisoned.
Sabrina Philips
#50. In his hours alone, his mind wandered to a million possible outcomes, and he marveled at how long it had been since he had felt so preoccupied by a woman. It was because she was that rare thing, genuinely unobtainable. He should have given up days ago.
Jojo Moyes
#51. Scent:
When she wore the hat, even many years later, she could always smell her mother's perfume & it was hard to remember she was supposed to be alone.
Brian Andreas
#52. She began to wonder whether she would not do better to finish her life alone. What was left of life seemed unimportant.
Willa Cather
#53. He had seen so much of life, but even more of death. He had seen countless eras come and go and still he braved forward, forever alone. And here she was ready to give up after a few lousy years. She was a coward.
Michelle M. Pillow
#54. He hated him for the twenty-three year old his mother had been, younger than he now was when she'd died, alone and sorrowful.
Sarah J. Maas
#55. We both were there, but alone. "Bye," she said and left; I was alone; again, one more time.
Vikrmn
#56. The past was nothing to her; offered no lesson which she was willing to heed. The future was a mystery which she never attempted to penetrate. The present alone was significant.
Kate Chopin
#57. The Eucharist began at Bethlehem in Mary's arms. It was she who brought to humanity the Bread for which it was famishing, and which alone can nourish it. She it was who took care of that Bread for us. It was she who nourished the Lamb whose life-giving Flesh we feed upon
Peter Julian Eymard
#58. She was not yet dead. But I was already alone.
Marcel Proust
#59. There was something in her attitude, in her whole appearance when she leaned her head against the high-backed chair and spread her arms, which suggested the regal woman, the one who rules, who looks on, who stands alone.
Kate Chopin
#60. And Winnie, laughing at him, lost the last of her alarm. They were friends, her friends. She was running away after all, but she was not alone. Closing
Natalie Babbitt
#61. Among a thousand other things, she loved Alex for his easy use of we. His willing, unconscious way of taking an oar at the galley of your problem, even if it was just to listen. Even if both of you knew he couldn't do jack shit to help, he made it about us and made you feel less alone. "I
Suanne Laqueur
#62. Leaving the feasibility of testicular transplants alone for the moment, she said, "It was mostly my mistake.
Teri Anne Stanley
#63. I feel so alone," she said. "You don't realize how much space someone takes up until they're gone and there's too much emptiness. This place never echoed before. Now it does." She was mystified.
Faith Sullivan
#64. She had a perpetual sense, as she watched the taxi cabs, of being out, out, far out to sea and alone; she always had the feeling that it was very, very dangerous to live even one day. Not
Virginia Woolf
#65. She was stronger alone; and her own good sense so well supported her, that her firmness was as unshaken, her appearance of cheerfulness as invariable, as, with regrets so poignant and so fresh, it was possible for them to be.
Jane Austen
#66. Lucy seemed to be imprisoned by a legion of people in her life who always wanted what was right for her. And as a result, in the eyes of everyone, she had everything ... and yet she always, always felt she had nothing. No one.
C. JoyBell C.
#67. Maybe she'd been drinking too much of the super-sweet Mexican Coca-Cola they had down here. Or maybe she was just tired, alone, and far from home. Because somewhere in the brittle, concrete center of Azrael's dark heart, something was melting.
Melissa De La Cruz
#68. I used to sit near Marilyn Monroe in the Actor's Studio. She'd get dressed up because that was her identity. Sad. Those cameras wouldn't leave her alone. She didn't know where to hide.
Doris Roberts
#69. Alexander? Fine. I'll leave you alone so you can call Lover Boy back." "Stop calling him that." Once he was gone, she punched her pillow a few times. It was funny that Sam thought she could have any man she wanted. If she were just looking for guys who wanted to hang out
CrushStar Romance
#70. She is holding on tight to this talk of flowers, as I did before, when I was afraid and alone. If you sing and speak of blooms and petals that come back after a long time of being winter-still, you don't have to think about things that don't.
Ally Condie
#71. My mother was the one constant in my life. When I think about my mom raising me alone when she was 20, and working and paying the bills, and, you know, trying to pursue your own dreams, I think is a feat that is unmatched.
Barack Obama
#72. I had the impression that her place was near mine, but even by bus it took about twenty minutes. She lived alone in an apartment house, square and white like a block of tofu, on the edge of town.
Banana Yoshimoto
#73. The woman was simply leaving us alone with our future, the future she wouldn't be a part of. She didn't know how to do it or what it was, but she was trying to give it to us.
Austin Grossman
#74. An introverted person obviously affected by her past. Lived alone, had no sex life, had difficulty getting close to people. Kept her distance, and when she let loose there was no restraint. She chose a stranger for a lover.
Stieg Larsson
#75. Blessing still wanted to fight, but Lyric stood in between them with her gun pointed at Ty. She was tired of all the drama and just wanted him to leave her the hell alone. Ty
Mesha Mesh
#76. Just leave me alone, I want to be alone, she said when Jack tried to open the car door. She hit the lock, and wound the window up. Since the roof was down, it was a fairly pointless exercise.
Sarah Mayberry
#77. I did not have a father. It was my mom who chose to be alone. She felt that she would be better off by herself with me after I was born.
Olga Kurylenko
#78. She knew every single one of us. Gave us the chance to share in her bed. We all took comfort that she was here and we were not alone. The princess had nothing but love to give.
James W. Bodden
#79. I was a fuckhead for suggesting it, but I wasn't quite ready to leave her all alone yet. As much as I didn't want to admit it, I just wanted a little more time while she sorta kinda needed me.
Sibylla Matilde
#80. From the moment I told her about my dad, it was as if her whole body sighed in relief. As if someone else's misery comforted her, made her feel as if she wasn't alone.
Simone Elkeles
#81. To have her meals, and her daily walk, and her fill of novels, and to be left alone, was all that she asked of the gods.
Anthony Trollope
#82. Francie of course became an outsider shunned by all because of her stench. But she had grown accostumed to being lonely. She was used to walking alone and being considered different. She did not suffer to much.
Betty Smith
#83. I was happiest when I was alone with her. She revitalized me, made me anticipate living in a way I never had before. I
Sylvia Day
#84. Now, I'm going to walk you home, and you're going to let me. And tomorrow night I'll make sure you're not walking home alone, and you're going to trust me to take care of that. Understand? She simply nodded, because for the first time in her life, she was speechless.
Lorna Seilstad
#85. She hadn't planned on getting laid tonight but then she hadn't planned on missing her home and her friends and being thnis down and, frankly, this bored on her special day. She was so relieved to see a guy her own age it was worth a thank-you-for-walking-into-this-bar-fuck alone.
Amy Andrews
#86. She was afraid of these things that made her suddenly wonder who she was, and what she was going to be in the world, and why she was standing at that minute, seeing a light, or listening, or staring up into the sky: alone.
Carson McCullers
#87. Gansey sat behind the wheel, wearing both his Aglionby uniform and an electric expression that startled Blue. It was wide-awake and glittering, a match struck just behind his eyes. She'd seen this vivid Gansey before, but usually only when they were alone.
Maggie Stiefvater
#88. She slammed the door and
was gone.
I looked at the closed door
and at the doorknob
and strangely
I didn't feel
alone.
Charles Bukowski
#89. It's not good to be alone when you feel bereft. It's better to be with people and share your grief, and not keep it locked up inside.
She said this dry-eyed, with not a tear, but somewhere deep inside her she was crying, screaming.
V.C. Andrews
#90. Sylvia had begun her month in New York with princessy pomp and fanfare ... .Her departure on June 27 was entirely different. She left New York shaken, depleted, and utterly alone.
Elizabeth Winder
#91. Woman was merely man's helpmate, a function which pertains to her alone. She is not the image of God but as far as man is concerned, he is by himself the image of God.
Saint Augustine
#92. One of the the things she most liked about the city -apart from all its obvious attractions, the theatre, the galleries, the exhilarating walks by the river- was that so few people ever asked you personal questions.
Julia Gregson
#93. No, her secret was too weighty and dark to reveal to anyone - she had to bear it alone. - "I had to keep breaking into his house," Scheherazade said.
Haruki Murakami
#94. We held hands when we walked down the gingerbread path into the forest, blood dripping from our fingers. We danced with witches and kissed monsters. We turned us into wintergirls, when she tried to leave, I pulled her back into the snow because I was afraid to be alone.
Laurie Halse Anderson
#95. Here she was trying to teach him the Peasant Shuffle. He could not hope to master it all in a night, of course; at the Peasants' School in Zug they had spent an entire semester on Cringing alone.
Robert Sheckley
#96. My mother and I smoked a cigarette; she was trying to quit as I was trying to start. Therefore, we shared a cigarette between us- in fact, we'd promised never to smoke a whole one alone.
John Irving
#97. Nobody special had come around to replace Duane, and she was moping, going to bed alone every night with a box of Velveeta and a fork.
Laura McHugh
#98. She had taken the life of the one that had taken her mother's. She had avenged her brother's death. She was a hunter now. But Mother would never know and Wolfsbane would hunt alone. Their kind, the last humans of the Wylder Mountains, would fade into the snow like the majik of the Lost City.
Jennifer Silverwood
#99. She thought it was the misfortune of poetry, to be seldom safely enjoyed by those who enjoyed it completely; and that the strong feelings which alone could estimate it truly, were the very feelings which ought to taste it but sparingly.
Jane Austen
#100. She shouldn't be this close to Cole, not alone, not even when she was pissed beyond belief. It was too dangerous, since she had yet to find a cure for I-hate-you-but-I-want-to-fuck-your-brains-out-itis.
Jennifer Bonds
