Quotes About Loneliness

But painting can be too lonely... I like being with people too much to have ever made that my life's work.

Writing fiction, especially a long work of fiction, can be a difficult, lonely job; it's like crossing the Atlantic Ocean in a bathtub. There's plenty of opportunity for self-doubt.

Any artist must expect to work amid the total, rational indifference of everybody else to their work, for years, perhaps for life.

Being myself didn't work. Being someone else didn't work. Maybe I just wasn't meant to have friends.

I prefer to be on the side of losers, the misunderstood or lonely people rather than writing about the strong and powerful.

My mind feels like a beehive without the buzz.

Give up pride for good during the holidays. This is where I've been especially stubborn. As I walk more and more in this path of Christianity, I see that letting my guard down and admitting that I don't want to be alone is far better than dealing with me, myself and I, who always seem to want to keep up appearances.

I'm stuck somewhere a small island in the middle of the Atlantic where I'm alone. Because in France, they're like, 'No, you're not like us, you're not a French guy.' And in America, they're like, 'You're not like us.' I'm really alone in my little thing.

When I was young, I played the piano and studied classical music and jazz. I wanted to be a concert pianist, and if I'd devoted myself to it, I could have been. But it would have been too much work and a very lonely life.

It's very lonely being a prominent black intellectual at an institution where you're the only prominent black intellectual. That was the model that was followed in the late 60s when black studies started. You'd get one here and one there and one here, like Johnny Appleseed.

If I wasn't the head of a studio, who would talk to me?

I wouldn't wish overnight success on anyone. You have no real friends. Everyone works endless hours at different studios, so far apart. Even on your own lot, relationships were formal and often competitive.

Forget sex or politics or religion, loneliness is the subject that clears out a room.

'American Horror' is the debasement of the suburban family, the way a lonely kid would have imagined it in the Seventies.

I don't see the point of having 80 million people online if all they are doing in the end is talking to ghosts in the suburbs.

At the beginning, I really wanted to be home with my kid. I was a product of my generation. But in the suburbs, you are very isolated, really alone.

Reading Dorothy B. Hughes's novel 'In a Lonely Place' for the first time is like finding the long-lost final piece to an enormous puzzle. Within its Spanish bungalows, its eucalyptus-scented shadows, you feel as though you've discovered a delicious and dark secret, a tantalizing page-turner with sneakily subversive undercurrents.

I was 14, and I left on my own. Living in a subway train, and police used to come in with a nightstick and say, 'You can't sleep here.' I'd get up and go across the street, get on another train, and go back the other way.

I just don't know how to deal with so many people giving me that much affection. I never had that in my life.

Sometimes when I'm alone I Cry, Cause I am on my own. The tears I cry are bitter and warm. They flow with life but take no form I Cry because my heart is torn. I find it difficult to carry on. If I had an ear to confide in, I would cry among my treasured friend, but who do you know that stops that long, to help another carry on. The world moves fast and it would rather pass by. Then to stop and see what makes one cry, so painful and sad. And sometimes... I Cry and no one cares about why.

I don't understand how people can stand next to you one year,and next year, they cannot. They're going crazy, screaming. They can't take it that you're there. But last year I was in the same club,walking around,lonely like a motherfucker. Couldn't get a date or a dance. I was too skinny, too something, and now, "He's just adorable. He's just, oh!

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble. Not knowing how hard it is to carry on when no one loves you.

Grief often feels lonely. Part of the work of grieving has to be done by oneself. Nobody can be of any help with the innermost sorrow. One must bear it on one's own.

The flame of love is now just a cold loneliness.