John Prine Quotes

The shadows of the room pool in the lines of our faces, draining our eyes of hue. "There's nothing left worth saying.

My marriage didn't make me sad, but it didn't make me happy either. My husband and I hardly spoke to each other. This wasn't because we were angry. We had nothing to say. I was dying of boredom.

Have you ever felt like a phone call that's been disconnected?

After a couple losses, I normally wouldn't say anything to my wife in the morning, just kind of grunt and grumble and grab my coffee and get on my way out.

I get homesick driving to the grocery store.

Every nerve in my body is so vacant and numb/I can't even remember what it was I came here to get away from/Don't even hear a murmur of a prayer/It's not dark yet, but it's getting there.

We move through the day like two hands of a clock: sometimes we overlap for a moment, then come apart again, carrying on alone. Everyday exactly the same: the tea, the burnt toast, the crumbs, the silence.

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

Not that we were incompatible: we just had nothing to talk about.

How many Sundays - how many hundreds of Sundays like this - lay ahead of me? “Quiet, peaceful, and lonely,” I said aloud to myself. On Sundays, I didn't wind my spring.

In the end, the only thing between us was silence.

The evening passes somehow; I watch television with Nancy, or I write. It is difficult, not having a family, and it is difficult to explain. I always go to bed early. And I am always ready for Monday morning, that time that other people dread.

People talking without speaking,/ People listening without hearing...Sounds of Silence.

I have everything and I have nothing. Sometimes I feel like the loneliest man on the planet. All this 'stuff' and no one to share it with. And then when women come along, I wonder if they like the stuff more than me.

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.

You're standing onstage in a sold-out arena with people singing your music, and you feel like the loneliest person in the world. Because here's a party that, essentially, it's for you. And you still somehow feel like you don't belong there. Those people all have their lives and go back home.

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

The capacity for not feeling lonely can carry a very real price, that of feeling nothing at all.

I don't like the dislocation of being away for months at a time. It's not conducive to having a life.

Just having the pain of being alive without anything else, whether it's good or bad. There's a lot of serious songs on the record, you know. That song is just about feeling like a fish out of water, feeling like you don't belong on the planet sometimes.

You are forever alone.

I'd traveled a lot, was going temporarily insane and became very successful, but there was no one to take that all home to.

I spend most of my time in a room alone where eight hours go by, and I have no sense of time. I work seven days a week, and I live in this sort of vague subconscious fog a lot.

You can be lonely when you have a guy living with you.