“I’m afraid of love, because it involves things that are beyond our understanding; it sheds such a brilliant light, but the shadow it casts frightens me.”
Lonely feeling
Lonely Quotes — page 83 of 309
“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.”
“Memories of the past are not memories of facts but memories of your imaginings of the facts.”
“Love is a severe mental disorder.”
“Since nostaglia is fueled by inflation, could it be that inflation is the result of a conspiracy by the people who are trying to palm off McGovern buttons and Howdy Doody puppets and their Aunt Thelma's toaster as antiques.”
“You think you're the foreigner here, and I'm the American, and I just look the other way while the President or somebody sends down this and that . . . to torture people with. But nobody asked my permission, okay? Sometimes I feel like I'm a foreigner, too.”
“I have come to the conclusion never again to think of marrying, and for this reason, I can never be satisfied with anyone who would be blockhead enough to have me.”
“If I follow the inclination of my nature, it is this: beggar-woman and single, far rather than queen and married.”
“I hate myself on the screen. I want to die ... my voice is either too high or too gravelly. I want to dive under the carpet.... I'd love to be tall and willowy ... I'm short.”
“Sometimes I definitely shut people out. I can be that sort of girlfriend who crosses her arms, shakes her head and says, "Nope, I'm not telling you what's wrong. I'm fine."”
“As you get older it is harder to have heroes, but it is sort of necessary.”
“Organizations for writers palliate the writer's loneliness, but I doubt if they improve his writing.... For he does his work alone and if he is a good enough writer he must face eternity, or the lack of it, each day.”
“Hello, Bradley,' said Mom. She'd regained her composure after my outburst, and now raised her camera. 'Stand close.' 'No, Mom,' I said. 'No pictures.' 'But you're friend's here now,' she said, waving us together. 'Smile!' 'I don't need a picture with-' the flash snapped '-another guy. That's great, Mom, thank you. Send that one to Dad and tell him we're going steady.”
“Who am I, where have I been, and where am I going?”
“I ain't never had much fun. I ain't never been two inches away from a football. Here guys go fishing on the day of the game, hunting, golfing, and all I want to do is be alone, studying how not to lose.”
“The trouble with me is that for a long time I have just been an I person. All people belong to a We except me. Not to belong to a We makes you too lonesome.”
“the way i need you is a loneliness i cannot bear.”
“I know how men in exile feed on dreams.”
“How we dwelt in two worlds the daughters and the mothers in the kingdom of the sons.”
“I'm not a natural performer. I don't like performing very much.”