#alone

Always the aim for me is making people feel like they are not alone. That's just the greatest feeling. ↗

— Zooey Deschanel

#alone #always #feel #feeling #greatest

You cannot be lonely if you like the person you're alone with. ↗

— Wayne Dyer

#cannot #like #lonely #person #you

You have to understand the tone of the movie, because if it's supposed to be funny, it can be funny violent like the Home Alone stuff, but you have to really understand the tone of what you're doing and make the action work for that and for the character. ↗

— David R. Ellis

#alone #because #character #doing #funny

I like to be alone so I can write. But focus can hurt you. I don't want to be some stress casualty in early middle age. ↗

— James Ellroy

#alone #casualty #early #focus #hurt

The state of mind of a fighter is so important. I don't like to see a fighter stay locked up in a room. Sometimes it works against them. They think and they worry. They dwell, sitting in that dark room. You come back and they're psyched out. I like to see boxers eat and then walk, mingle with people. You have to have a certain amount of movement. ↗

— Emanuel Steward

#also #being #being alone #big #corn

Even though I have often recorded alone, I still feel the best music is made by musicians playing off each other. ↗

— John Fogerty

#best #each #even #feel #i

I'm a very brave person. I can go to North Vietnam, I can challenge my government, but I can't challenge the man I'm with if means I'm going to end up alone. ↗

— Jane Fonda

#brave #challenge #end #go #going

I don't like to produce albums. I hate producing albums, as a matter of fact, because I'm an obsessed mixer and I can't leave it alone. ↗

— David Friedman

#alone #because #fact #hate #i

I don't think I could live without hair, makeup and styling, let alone be the performer I am. I am a glamour girl through and through. I believe in the glamorous life and I live one. ↗

— Lady Gaga

#am #believe #could #girl #glamorous

I sit alone in a dead world. The wind blows hot and dry, and the dust gathers like particles of memory waiting to be swept away. I pray for forgetfulness, yet my memory remains strong, as does the outstretched arm of the oppressive air. It seems as if the wind has been there since the beginning of the nightmare. Sometimes loud and harsh, a thousand sharp needles scratching at my reddened skin. Sometimes a whisper, a curious sigh in the black of night, of words more frightening than pain. I know now the wind has been speaking to me. Only I couldn't understand because I was too scared. I am scared now as I write these words. Still, there is nothing else to do. ↗

— Christopher Pike

#dead #fear #forgetfulness #memory #needles