Joseph Brodsky Quotes

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.

I've led a very isolated existence since I was 6 years old. It's kind of been me and my mind.

I still have imaginary friends who I talk to in my head.

I'm interested in telling a story about a gay man and what he's going through as an artist and as a lonely, single gay man. I want to reveal what I know about loneliness.

I did have an imaginary girlfriend.

Loneliness is equal to the radius of one's awareness.

I had imaginary friends and even they were mean to me.

You're brave. You are the bravest person I know, and you are my friend. I don't care if you are imaginary.

I was a loner as a child. I had an imaginary friend - I didn't bother with him.

It cuts one sadly to see the grief of old people; they've no way o' working it off; and the new spring brings no new shoots out on the withered tree.

Whoa, I've really got to stop making plans with fictional characters. It can't be healthy to develop relationships with people who don't exist.

Loneliness doesn't have much to do with where you are.

Life is very long, when you're lonely.

Sometimes I get really lonely. Especially when I'm throwing a Frisbee.

I liked interacting with students. I liked having coworkers. For a long time, I was really worried that sitting at home by myself in front of a computer was going to make me crazy.

Let him who cannot be alone beware of community. Let him who is not in community beware of being alone.

When the suicide arrived at the sky, the people there asked him: "Why?" He replied: "Because no one admired me.

It is a great misfortune to be alone, my friends; and it must be believed that solitude can quickly destroy reason.

I think often women can feel isolated and feel like they get into a rut and don't quite know how to get out of it.

My imaginary friends have become my imaginary children.

Depression presents itself as a realism regarding the rottenness of the world in general and the rottenness of your life in particular. But the realism is merely a mask for depression's actual essence, which is an overwhelming estrangement from humanity. The more persuaded you are of your unique access to the rottenness, the more afraid you become of engaging with the world; and the less you engage with the world, the more perfidiously happy-faced the rest of humanity seems for continuing to engage with it.

Solitude is the mother of anxieties.

One degrades oneself sometimes in the effort not to be lonely.

Do you realise that people die of boredom in London suburbs? It's the second biggest cause of death amongs the English in general. Sheer boredom...