Chris Cornell Quotes

I get really homesick inside.

I cry for everything I abandoned and because I, too, have been left behind -- by Alex, by my mom, by time that has cut through our worlds and separated us.

There she is, lying in front of me, smoking a cigarette, thinking of something or someone else. And that’s how she is stuck in my mind forever. We are two explorers in the dark. Mapless and hopeless. Alone together.

He longed to be lost but he couldn't bear not to be found.

I'm homesick all the time. I miss my animals. I miss my family. I miss my friends.

He was lost out there. He was the lost Mohegan.

When I first started playing the banjo and miraculously fell into a record deal in Nashville, TN, there was a period when I didn't go to China. It hurt. Like a pain in my gut... that pain you feel when you know it's time to connect with your parents or your God or your child or your past or your future... and you don't do it.

I pity my brother Ferdinand, knowing by my own feelings how sad a thing it is to live apart from one's family.

I feel my heart ache, but I've forgotten what that feeling means.

He sits in his car at traffic lights on his way out sometimes and tries to estimate how many times he has sat here, waiting at these traffic lights on his way somewhere without you, hoping to meet someone with the capacity to consign you to an anecdote, to be eventually confused with others

Though my heart is filled with feelings I want to convey You see, I can't express them in words If I had not met you I wouldn't even have such an embarrassing pain

My melancholy is the most faithful sweetheart I have had.

The wanting was a wilderness and I had to find my own way out of the woods.

What goes by the name of love is banishment, with now and then a postcard from the homeland, such is my considered opinion, this evening.

The universe is a big place. If I was lost up there, how would you ever find me

Look, it's a monster. He's walking alone. Look, he's pulling something out of his pocket. He threw it on the ground. Let's go see what it is. It's a black box. You open it... ok... Look, it's sorrow, misery and pain. It's loneliness and longing. Boy, he'll be sorry he lost these.

I did not know how to reach him, how to catch up with him... The land of tears is so mysterious.

Am I lost or just less found?

He that commends me to mine own content Commends me to the thing I cannot get. I to the world am like a drop of water That in the ocean seeks another drop, Who, falling there to find his fellow forth, Unseen, inquisitive, confounds himself: So I, to find a mother and a brother, In quest of them, unhappy, lose myself.

Loneliness is holding the one you love When you know you might never hold him again. Even lost in the darkness My heart will find you The soul die at the hand of the one who carries it. If I could find a place to run away Hidden safely, I would be there today. The darkest daylight finds me.

I'm not alone, but I am lonely without you.

She was waiting, but she didn't know for what. She was aware only of her solitude, and of the penetrating cold, and of a greater weight in the region of her heart.

I feel like people didn't understand where I was about to go. And a lot of people still don't.