“I never owned a pair of blue jeans until I met my second wife.”
Lonely feeling
Lonely Quotes — page 122 of 309
“My Muse sits forlorn She wishes she had not been born She sits in the cold No word she says is ever told.”
“All my life I've been looking for someone intelligent to talk to.”
“Anthropology has always struggled with an intense, fascinated repulsion towards its subject.... [The anthropologist] submits himself to the exotic to confirm his own inner alienation as an urban intellectual.”
“I've been involved in something which was chaotic and insane. All I can say now is that I am, and intend to stay, a single man.”
“The blood of love welled up in my heart with a slow pain.”
“She stared at her reflection in the glossed shop windows as if to make sure, moment by moment, that she continued to exist.”
“And the danger is that in this move toward new horizons and far directions, that I may lose what I have now, and not find anything except loneliness”
“I felt myself melting into the shadows like the negative of a person I'd never seen before in my life.”
“God, but life is loneliness, despite all the opiates, despite the shrill tinsel gaiety of "parties" with no purpose, despite the false grinning faces we all wear. And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter - they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long. Yes, there is joy, fulfillment and companionship - but the loneliness of the soul in its appalling self-consciousness is horrible and overpowering.”
“I am sending back the key that let me into bluebeard's study; because he would make love to me I am sending back the key; in his eye's darkroom I can see my X-rayed heart, dissected body: I am sending back the key that let me into bluebeard s study.”
“There is so much hurt in this game of searching for a mate, of testing, trying. And you realize suddenly that you forgot it was a game, and turn away in tears.”
“From quite early on, I had this idea of compartmentalized identities - 'this is how you are when you are with your mum, and this is how you are when you are with your dad' - so it seemed like I could never absolutely be myself. And the image of myself as compromised and inconsistent made me want to withdraw from the world even further. I had a sense of formulating a paper-mache version of myself to send out in the world, while I sat controlling it remotely from some smug suburban barracks.”
“I gave up on new poetry myself 30 years ago when most of it began to read like coded messages passing between lonely aliens in a hostile world.”
“Children rarely want to know who their parents were before they were parents, and when age finally stirs their curiosity, there is no parent left to tell them.”
“Indian people are relics; we do not exist in the present.”
“I buried my head under the darkness of the pillow and pretended it was night. I couldn't see the point of getting up. I had nothing to look forward to.”
“Tonight I am ugly. I have lost all faith in my ability to attract males, and in the female animal that is a rather pathetic malady . . . I don't care about anyone, and the feeling is quite obviously mutual. What is it that makes one attract others?”
“Let me sit in a flowerpot, The spiders won't notice. My heart is a stopped geranium.”
“I grew up in Ireland, and the ocean was never more than an arm's length away. As lovely as the mountains are and as friendly as the people of Utah are, I feel a bit landlocked here.”