Alone! Alone! No beacon, far or near! No chart, no compass, and no anchor stay!
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I went for a walk in the Arctic Circle without map or compass. Fortunately, I was only lost for hours, not days.
I am alone; I am always alone no matter what.
A narrow compass! and yet there Dwelt all that 's good, and all that 's fair; Give me but what this riband bound, Take all the rest the sun goes round.
In January 1921, I found myself wonderfully alone in an empty carriage in a rocking train in the night between Waterloo and Sherborne. Stars on each side of me; I ran from side to side of the carriage, checking the constellations.
I don't want to be alone, I want to be left alone.
People in my village had this mindset that in big cities like New York, if you are lost or without directions, no one will help you. The first time I came here, I tried to make sure not to walk by myself, because it would be difficult for me if I got lost. But people will help you.
I'm pretty much a loner and I've lived under the radar.
Alone I'm nothing.
I'm a loner.
I have an excellent internal compass.