“Because I cannot write my native language and have no native home anymore, and am amazed by that horrible homelessness of all French-Canadian s abroad in America.”
Lonely feeling
Lonely Quotes — page 177 of 309
“I wasn't scared; I was just somebody else, some stranger, and my whole life was a haunted life, the life of a ghost.”
“I’ve always wanted to be liked. It grieved me that I was treated with indifference. Left an orphan by Fortune, I wanted—like all orphans—to be the object of someone’s affection. This need has always been a hunger that went unsatisfied, and so thoroughly have I adapted to this inevitable hunger that I sometimes wonder if I really feel the need to eat. Whatever be the case, life pains me.”
“Tomorrow I too – this feeling and thinking soul, the universe I am to myself – yes, tomorrow I too will be someone who no longer walks these streets, someone others will evoke with a vague: 'I wonder what's become of him?” And everything I do, everything I feel, everything I experience, will be just one less passer-by on the daily streets of some city or other.”
“I Know, I Alone I know, I alone How much it hurts, this heart With no faith nor law Nor melody nor thought. Only I, only I And none of this can I say Because feeling is like the sky - Seen, nothing in it to see.”
“Talking to people makes me feel like sleeping. Only my ghostly and imaginary friends, only the conversations I have in my dreams, are genuinely real and substantial.”
“Solitude desolates me; company oppresses me.”
“I'm sure I don't know half the people who come to my house. Indeed, from all I hear, I shouldn't like to.”
“Far away beyond the pine-woods,' he answered, in a low dreamy voice, 'there is a little garden. There the grass grows long and deep, there are the great white stars of the hemlock flower, there the nightingale sings all night long. All night long he sings, and the cold, crystal moon looks down, and the yew-tree spreads out its giant arms over the sleepers.”
“What would a man do, if he were compelled to live always in the sultry heat of society, and could never bathe himself in cool solitude?”
“Ah me! the world is full of meetings such as this,--a thrill, a voiceless challenge and reply, and sudden partings after!”
“I didn't trust adults because I thought they were all kind of corrupted.”
“I've seen so many of my friends and collaborators struggle and face the challenge of feeling like what they're working so hard to create and put into the world isn't important or appreciated... it's like being in love with someone who won't give you the time of day.”
“Of her own experience she had no memory of the thing happening; but in her instinct, which was the experience of all mothers of wolves, there lurked a memory of fathers that had eaten their new-born and helpless progeny.”
“His bondage had softened him. Irresponsibility had weakened him. He had forgotten how to shift for himself. The night yawned about him.”
“San Francisco is gone. Nothing remains of it but memories.”
“In America, Christmas is the king of all holidays. To be left out of Christmas is the ultimate minority experience.”
“I am alternately very gregarious - very sociable - and then very solitary.”
“New York City is filled with the same kind of people I left New Jersey to get away from.”
“When you reach a certain age, suddenly there are lots of people younger than you, which is really startling.”