Best 22 quotes in «not alone quotes» category

What's really important about shamanism is that there is another reality that you can personally discover...we are not alone.

Realize that you are not alone, that we are in this together and most importantly that there is hope

Remember: You're not alone.

So I am lonely, but not alone, like everybody else.

They never discussed it, but both came to understand it as a promise: he would always make sure there was a place for her. She would always be able to say, Someone is coming. I am not alone.

Everything we say and do affects people. It can be either physically or mentally. Words can cut deeper than a knife, and we all know that. We could have experienced it in our lives at least one. It isn't easy, dealing with those type of situation. It isn't easy, trying to heal those wounds. But we make it out of it alive, because we always have these amazing people that are always there for us. An act of kindness and support, is just that powerful. ******************************************************************************* Don't pull away from the rest of the world. For those of you that are out there, with no friends, with no one to support you, those who are being neglected. You are never alone. Somewhere on this Earth, there is ALWAYS someone who is there for you. There is always someone that cares about you and feels your pain. There is always someone that will understand your story. Don't be afraid to come out of your shell. Don't be afraid to interact with people. Don't be afraid to be who you are. Dare to dream, Explore, and Love. <3 The outcomes are worth it.

You're not alone, are you? Because I'm here

Come here, baby." And with my words, Echo leaned into me soft, pliant, broken. "You're not alone," I whispered into her hair as I cradled her in my arms. "You're not alone, because you have me." And I love you, more than you could ever know

I looked at him, into his warm gray eyes, and suddenly understood what he was trying to tell me. The message hidden beneath the words. You’re not alone. Because he understood. He understood how it felt to be abandoned. He understood the insults. Understood me. I pushed myself onto my tiptoes and kissed him-really kissed him. It was more than just a precursor to sex. There was no war between our mouths. My hips rested lightly beneath his, not pressed tightly. Our lips moved in soft, perfect harmony with each other. This time it meant something. What that something was, I didn’t know at the time, but I knew that there was a real connection between us. His hands stroked gently through my hair, his thumb grazing my cheek-still damp from crying earlier. And it didn’t feel sick or twisted or unnatural. Actually, it felt like the most natural thing in the world. I slid off his shirt, and he pulled mine over my head. Then he laid me down on the bed. No rush. This time things were slow and earnest. This time I wasn’t looking for an escape. This time it was about him. About me. About honesty and compassion and everything I’d never expected to find in Wesley Rush. This time, when our bodies connected, it didn’t feel dirty or wrong. It felt horrifyingly right.

When the others were picked up and walked home by friends or fathers or best friend’s sisters, I was the kid in a grey hoodie, walking with the poets, the singers, the thinkers, and I was not alone.

When the wind blows in your face, when you feel you are losing your head, when the going gets tough, and when all else fails, look inside you, you are not alone.

To be alone with yourself is to be alone. To be in the company of others is to be alone together. The only time you are not alone is when you forget yourself and reach out in love -- the lines of self blur, and just for a wild, flickering moment you experience the miracle of other. And now you know the secret.

I believe a lot in the relationship between performers. When you're supported by someone's eyes, you're not alone.

Her own thoughts and reflections were habitually her best companions.

Why?” I asked him tiredly. “What would it have changed? What could you possibly have said that would have made a difference?” “That I was your brother, Harry,” he said. “That I loved you. That I knew a few things about denying the dark parts of your nature. And that we would get through it.” He put his elblows on his knees and rested his forehead on his hands. “That we’d figure it out. That you weren’t alone.” Stab. Twist. He was right. It was just that simple.

Because just for a few seconds, someone else hurts, too. For just a few seconds, I'm not alone.

I am much too alone in this world, yet not alone enough

I'm not alone, I'm free. I no longer have to be a credit, I don't have to be a symbol to anybody; I don't have to be a first to anybody.

If you're a painter, you're not alone. There's no way to be alone.

I sit in thy shadow but not alone.

Love comes quietly... but you know when it is there because suddenly... you are not alone anymore... and there is no sadness in you.

It's easier to be brave when you're not alone.