Quotes About Loneliness

we each at times should remember the most elevated and lucky moment of our lives. for me it was being a very young man and sleeping penniless and friendless upon a park bench in a strange city which doesn't say much for all those many decades which followed.

tonight this room is smoky and I am alone listening to the silence. I am tired of waiting on life, it was so slow to arrive and so quick to leave. the streets and the cities are empty, love is on the damned cross and death laughs in the back room. at the edge, the edge, the edge.

So I drank every night after work, alone, up at my place and I had enough left for a day at the track on Saturday, and life was simple and without too much pain. Maybe without too much reason, but getting away from pain was reasonable enough.

women were beyond me. they saw something depraved. there was one waitress a little older than I, she rather smiled, lingered when she brought my coffee. that was plenty for me, that was enough. - Young in New Orleans

My eyes were blue and nobody loved me but myself.

you are alone, Chinaski, and below the stage the seats are empty. the theatre is dark. why do you keep acting? what a bad habit.

The lines on the page were pulled tight, like a man screaming, but not "Joe, where are you?" More like Joe, where is anything?

the people come into the bar night after night for the same old show which he will one day end alone blowing his brains to the walls. the price of creation is never too high. the price of living with other people always is.

I know that I have deserted you, the icecubes pile like fool's gold in the pitcher and now they are playing Alex Scriabin which is a little better but not much for me.

There are certainly any number of lonely people without much to do with their nights.

I just sit here and look at my hands. It is one of my better evenings. Yesterday I was very depressed.

After the fourth race, a $22.80 winner, he turned again and told Katherine, "I had that one, ten across." She turned away. "His face is yellow, Hank. Did you see his eyes? He's sick." "He's sick on the dream. We're all sick on the dream, that's why we're out here." "Hank, let's go.

I had read that more people committed suicide on Christmas Eve and on Christmas Day than at any other time. The holiday had little or nothing to do with the Birth of Christ, apparently.

loneliness is something I've never been bothered with because I've always had this terrible itch for solitude.

The Baron went on doing magic things. Half the notebook was filled with Baron Von Himmlen. It made me feel good to write about the Baron. A man needed somebody. There wasn't anybody around, so you had to make up somebody, make him up to be like a man should be. It wasn't make-believe or cheating. The other way was make-believe and cheating living your life without a man like him around.

It's a lonely time, she sings, and you're not mine and it makes me feel so bad, this thing of being me...

you realize when you're plucked out of the mainstream that it doesn't need you or anybody else. the birds don't notice you're gone, the flowers don't care, the people out there don't notice, but the IRS, the phone co., the gas and electric co., the DMV, etc., they keep in touch. being very sick and being dead are very much the same in society's eye.

two hollow emptinesses looking into each other

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Kad sam se našao vani, odlu?no sam krenuo kroz smog. O?i su mi bile plave, cipele stare i nitko me nije volio. Ali me ?ekalo puno posla.

?itate Celinea? upotao je ženski glas. Zvu?io je seksi. U zadnje sam vrijeme bio nešto sam. I tako desetlje?ima.

I said goodbye again sucking up all that was left of her into the little that was left of me. I said, don't look for me again. fuck it. we are all lost. goodbye, goodbye. — Charles Bukowski, from "Rimbaud be damned," The People Look Like Flowers at Last . (Ecco; First Edition edition March 27, 2007)

Here in America a man ain't a man unless he's got three or four whores and a late model car. All right, I'm a little drunk. Maybe that's why I mock myself. But put a new car and 3 women on my back and I'm fucked. I don't have a t.v. I don't even have a radio. A big Brazilian cunt who wants to put that thing on me, calls me the last of the monsters.

I was lonely all right. I was lonely for that big ass standing beside me.