Spike Jonze Quotes

A big part of depression is feeling really lonely, even if you're in a room full of a million people.

A disquieting loneliness came into my life, but it induced no hunger for friends of longer acquaintance: they seemed now like a salt-free, sugarless diet.

The worst feeling in the world is the homesickness that comes over a man occasionally when he is at home.

Wrap parties can be really sad, actually, disorienting.

Loneliness comes with life.

I'm so secluded. Very alone.

I think the degree of alienation and despair is more universal.

I spent a lot of time feeling alienated and rejected.

I'm perpetually lonely.

Loneliness is the ultimate poverty.

Chekhov is this poet of melancholy and isolation and of wishing you were somewhere else than where you are.

It is sad when people can't connect, and the sense of desperation that you feel when there is nothing to look forward to.

I ain't got no friends.

Loneliness can become a downward spiral.

That’s why; he’s worried about how his life is turning out, and he’s lonely, and lonely people are the bitterest of them all

In the midst of friends, home, and kind parents, she was alone.

A lot of people are lonely. A lot of people are lonely even when they're surrounded by other people.

Now we're like planets, holding to each other from a great distance. [...] Now we're hundreds of miles apart, our short arms keep us lonely, no one hears what's in my head. [...] It's March, even the birds don't know what to do with themselves.

There is something demoralizing about watching two people get more and more crazy about each other, especially when you are the only extra person in the room. It's like watching Paris from an express caboose heading in the opposite direction--every second the city gets smaller and smaller, only you feel it's really you getting smaller and smaller and lonelier and lonelier, rushing away from all those lights and excitement at about a million miles an hour.

Then when dusk began to settle he would retrace his steps, back to his own world. And on the way home, a loneliness would always claim his heart. He could never quite get a grip on what it was. It just seemed that whatever lay waiting "out there" was all too vast, too overwhelming for him to possibly ever make a dent in.

Why do people have to be this lonely? What's the point of it all? Millions of people in this world, all of them yearning, looking to others to satisfy them, yet isolating themselves. Why? Was the earth put here just to nourish human loneliness?

I didn't like anybody in that school. I think they knew that. I think that's why they disliked me. I didn't like the way they walked or looked or talked, but I didn't like my mother or father either. I still had the feeling of being surrounded by white empty space. There was always a slight nausea in my stomach.

Vimes stalked gloomily through the crowded streets, feeling like the only pickled onion in a fruit salad.

Misery no longer loves company. Nowadays it insists on it.

I think, at the end of the day, I have an outsider's heart.