“Lying in bed, he would think of Heaven and London.”
Lonely feeling
Lonely Quotes — page 117 of 309
“Obviously, you've spent some time in New York. I moved there and it was a bit much. It was a bit overwhelming for me. I didn't want to go out. I just felt a little homesick. I was just waiting to feel excited about something. I went through a phase of feeling kind of dull. It's really easy to shut off in New York and stay in your apartment.”
“When I go away from you The world beats dead Like a slackened drum.”
“How loud clocks can tick when a room is empty, and one is alone!”
“Human beings can reach such desperate solitude that they may cross a boundary beyond which words cannot serve, and at such moments there is nothing left for them but to bark.”
“I stopped loving my father a long time ago. What remained was the slavery to a pattern.”
“I despise my own hypersensitiveness, which requires so much reassurance. It is certainly abnormal to crave so much to be loved and understood.”
“Not everyone can be an orphan.”
“Don't think about making art, just get it done.”
“Honestly, I have had to live like a high priestess in this show. It is a very, very lonely life. When you work the way I work - that means hard - there's no time for play.”
“My mind is a neighborhood I try not to go into alone.”
“Everyone is screwed up, broken, clingy, and scared, even the people who seem to have it more or less together. They are much more like you than you would believe. So try not to compare your insides to their outsides.”
“I was too young to know how to love her.”
“To be alone is the fate of all great minds—a fate deplored at times, but still always chosen as the less grievous of two evils.”
“There is in the world only the choice between loneliness and vulgarity. All young people should be taught now to put up with loneliness ... because the less man is compelled to come into contact with others, the better off he is.”
“My window fogs and this makes me feel like there is no world outside of the car.”
“He's liked, but he's not well liked.”
“Yes, there is no doubt that paper is patient and as I don't intend to show this cardboard-covered notebook, bearing the proud name of "diary," to anyone, unless I find a real friend, boy or girl, probably nobody cares. And now I come to the root of the matter, the reason for my starting a diary: it is that I have no such real friend.”
“The reason for my starting a diary is that I have no real friend.”
“Books became my world because the world I was in was very hard.”