A Quote by Alfred M. Gray

There's no such thing as a crowded battlefield. Battlefields are lonely places. — © Alfred M. Gray
There's no such thing as a crowded battlefield. Battlefields are lonely places.
There are few places more lonely than a crowded night club.
All my life I've been lonely. I've been lonely at crowded parties. I've been lonely in the middle of kissing a girl and I've been lonely at camp with hundreds of fellows around. But now I'm not lonely any more.
Your nafs (soul/desires) is your first battlefield. If you are victorious over it, then you will find the other battlefields easier.
Lonely Places, then are the places that are not on international wavelengths, do not know how to carry themselves, are lost when it comes to visitors. They are shy, defensive, curious places; places that do not know how they are supposed to behave.
So it is that Lonely Places attract as many lonely people as they produce, and the loneliness we see in them is partly in ourselves.
A world that was crowded with people could still be a very lonely place.
The world's battlefields have been in the heart chiefly; more heroism has been displayed in the household and the closet, than on the most memorable battlefields in history.
I'm most fascinated by remote places and lonely islands, which are also the hardest places to reach.
I see battlefields that are under 24-hour real or near-real time surveillance of all types. I see battlefields on which we can destroy anything we can locate through instant communications and almost instantaneous application of highly lethal firepower.
It is always easier to capture eternity in the falling snow or along the coast where the waves crash and in solitary and lonely places. It is the quiet places where it is easiest to feel eternity.
Gaza has 1.2 million Palestinians living in crowded places and the resistance will be strong.
We feel crowded by other people; we feel crowded by social rules; we feel crowded by ourselves, mainly.
Two places in this world make it impossible for a man to escape from himself: a battlefield and a prison cell.
Crowded hallways, are the loneliest places, for outcasts and rebels,or anyone who just dares to be different.
I cannot write history unless I travel to the places where it happened. I spent a lot of time walking around the Eastern Mediterranean, going to all the shrines that Socrates would have worshiped at, going to all the battlefields that he fought on.
Crowded places, I shunned them as noises too rude / And flew to the silence of sweet solitude.
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