Billy Corgan Quotes

It's a terrible feeling being lonely.

One can experience loneliness in two ways: by feeling lonely in the world or by feeling the loneliness of the world.

Usually there's no specific reason for loneliness - it's a broad feeling.

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?

Wrap parties can be really sad, actually, disorienting.

I had never felt so lonely and so sad in my entire life.

Loneliness comes with life.

I am alone; I am always alone no matter what.

I'm so secluded. Very alone.

Lonesome. Lonesome. I know what it means. Here all by my lonesome, dreaming empty dreams. Weary. Weary at the close of day, wondering if tomorrow brings me joy or sorrow.

You are forever alone.

Mr. Brad Delp. J'ai une ame solitaire. I am a lonely soul.

Loneliness is the ultimate poverty.

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

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

Loneliness will sit over our roofs with brooding wings.

I have been trying, for some time now, to find dignity in my loneliness. I have been finding this hard to do. It is easier, of course, to find dignity in one's solitude. Loneliness is solitude with a problem.

I have a life that's just been a well of loneliness.

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

What I was afraid of was my own grief, the weight of it, the ineluctable corrosive force of it, and the stark awareness I had of being, for the first time in my life, entirely alone, a Crusoe shipwrecked and stranded in the limitless wastes of a boundless and indifferent ocean.

But inside or out, I was alone, and I was beginning to wonder if I always had been, if I always would be.

Any rainy summer morning, of course, has the seeds of gloomy alienation sown in. But a rainy summer morning far from home - when your personal clouds don't move but hang - can easily produce the feeling of the world as seen from the grave. This I know.

Leave my loneliness unbroken

You reach out your hand, but you're all alone, in those time passages.