Alfred de Musset Quotes

The thing that makes you exceptional, if you are at all, is inevitably that which must also make you lonely.

One circumstance tormented me then: Namely, that no one else was like me, and I was like no one else. I am only one, and they are all.

Sometimes I think I'm the craziest person on the planet.

There are no exceptions to the rule that everybody likes to be an exception to the rule.

Too much self-centered attitude, you see, brings, you see, isolation. Result: loneliness, fear, anger. The extreme self-centered attitude is the source of suffering.

I'm always wearing Spanx, eating ice cream and feeling a bit lonely.

With grief, you have reason to despair; it's a human thing.

I actually found it very moving how destructive depression is. I was really saddened by this burden people have to handle.

There aren't too many people like me.

I don't think that talking to anybody can help you - a writer or a nonwriter. So what do I do in Wisconsin? I don't know. I just slug through it.

There's times when you're by yourself and you want your girl around or your kids around. You just need somebody around. And other times, boxing makes you feel like you want to be by yourself. You get emotional. That's why after some wins, I cry. Even in my losses, I cry. Because I know how hard I work, and I always want to be victorious.

All my life I've felt quite misunderstood because of my personality.

In my case, I am always that odd candidate that doesn't look like everybody else.

I always found that the more extreme and the more eccentric I was, that's what would separate me. I always felt that I needed that separation; otherwise, I'd just be like everybody else.

I think cruelty is just loneliness disguised as bitterness.

All great and precious things are lonely.

To live is to hurt others, and through others, to hurt oneself. Cruel earth! How can we manage not to touch anything? To find what ultimate exile?

How can I ask anyone to love me when all I do is beg to be left alone?

Insects were scurrying about in the shade cast by the grass, and the lawn was a huge monotonous forest of thousands of little green blades, all equal, all alike, hiding the world from each other. Anguished, she thought, "I don't want to be just another blade of grass."

If one's different, one's bound to be lonely.

My background sets me apart. I've never been able to relate to many people. I've always been the outcast child.

Choking with dry tears and raging, raging, raging at the absolute indifference of nature and the world to the death of love, the death of hope and the death of beauty, I remember sitting on the end of my bed, collecting these pills and capsules together and wondering why, why when I felt I had so much to offer, so much love, such outpourings of love and energy to spend on the world, I was incapable of being offered love, giving it or summoning the energy with which I knew I could transform myself and everything around me.

Out alone in the winter rain, / Intent on giving and taking pain.