“When the Nobel Committee chose to honor me, the road I had chosen of my own free will became a less lonely path to follow.”
Lonely feeling
Lonely Quotes — page 189 of 309
“I cannot sleep for dreaming; I cannot dream but I wake and walk about the house as though I'd find you coming through some door.”
“The good Watson had at that time deserted me for a wife, the only selfish action I can recall in our association. I was alone.”
“I've never been socially outgoing, but I suspect I've gotten more and more ambivalent about making new friends. I'm irritated by how-do-you-do chit-chat, but that's how new relationships usually begin.”
“I had an occasional flash of understanding, but then got selfishly wrapped up again in my own problems and pleasures.”
“And if unhappy in her love, her heart is like some fortress that has been captured, and sacked, and abandoned, and left desolate.”
“I'm a prodigal son. The black sheep of a white flock. I shall die on the gallows.”
“Hold your head high heavy heart.”
“Little fly, thy summer's play My thoughtless hand has brushed away. Am not I a fly like thee? Or art not thou a man like me? For I dance and drink and sing, Till some blind hand shall brush my wing!”
“My characters are quite as real to me as so-called real people; which is one reason why I'm not subject to what is known as loneliness. I have plenty of company.”
“A lover goes toward his beloved as enthusiastically as a schoolboy leaving his books, but when he leaves his girlfriend, he feels as miserable as the schoolboy on his way to school. (Act 2, scene 2)”
“Society is no comfort, to one not sociable.”
“Adieu, adieu, adieu! remember me.”
“I feel most at home in the United States, not because it is intrinsically a more interesting country, but because no one really belongs there any more than I do. We are all there together in its wholly excellent vacuum.”
“They all think any minute I'm going to commit suicide. What a joke. The truth of course is the exact opposite: suicide is the only thing that keeps me alive. Whenever everything else fails, all I have to do is consider suicide and in two seconds I'm as cheerful as a nitwit. But if I could not kill myself -- ah then, I would. I can do without nembutal or murder mysteries but not without suicide.”
“Where was my heart to flee for refuge from my heart? Whither was I to fly, where I would not follow? In what place should I not be prey to myself?”
“I sit at my window gazing The world passes by, nods to me And is gone.”
“I am restless. I am athirst for faraway things. My soul goes out in a longing to touch the skirt of the dim distance. O Great Beyond, O the keen call of thy flute! I forget, I ever forget, that I have no wings to fly, that I am bound in this spot evermore.”
“Obstinate are the trammels, but my heart aches when I try to break them. Freedom is all I want, but to hope for it I feel ashamed. I am certain that priceless wealth is in thee, and that thou art my best friend, but I have not the heart to sweep away the tinsel that fills my room. The shroud that covers me is a shroud of dust and death; I hate it, yet hug it in love. My debts are large, my failures great, my shame secret and heavy; yet when I come to ask for my good, I quake in fear lest my prayer be granted.”
“Sometimes all I want is to be a few inches taller so the world does not look like a dense collection of torsos.”