Joanna Newsom Quotes

I bear a little more than I can bear.

I feel like a human pinata. The disappointing thing is, no candy is going to spill out.

You know, if my life was a horse, I’d shoot it. (Susan)

Do we fear suffering or apathy most? Is it from experience or the monotony of a commonplace existence that we quickest flee?

Bored with the same type of misery over and over and over again.

My heart is heavy, she thought. It’s not just a saying. It is what is—heavy, a great stone lodged in my breast, pressing down my whole being. How can I even stand straight and look out upon the world? I am doubled over into myself and, for all the weight, find only emptiness.

I'm rightly tired of the pain I hear and feel, boss. I'm tired of bein on the road, lonely as a robin in the rain. Not never havin no buddy to go on with or tell me where we's comin from or goin to or why. I'm tired of people bein ugly to each other. It feels like pieces of glass in my head. I'm tired of all the times I've wanted to help and couldn't. I'm tired of bein in the dark. Mostly it's the pain. There's too much. If I could end it, I would. But I can't.

And I am bored to death with it. Bored to death with this place, bored to death with my life, bored to death with myself.

I feel monotony and death to be almost the same.

Perhaps the world's second-worst crime is boredom; the first is being a bore.

Is boredom anything less than the sense of one's faculties slowly dying?

Most of the time I don't have much fun. The rest of the time I don't have any fun at all.

Basically, my life is so boring, it's embarrassing.

My bones are tired from all the tragedy in me.

I am bored with it all.

I mean it. Like, people always talk about how God doesn’t ever give you more than you can handle, but I’m telling you right now, I cannot handle this. This is just too much!

Woe is me! Bitter is me! For what is my life? Why didn't the ship go under and drown me before I came to America?

I don't think so, I don't agree. The most unbearable thing I think by far, she said, is hope.

Parade my trouble in front of you guys? Make you realize that my heart is broken . . . that as long as I live I'll have chains dragging me down to the oceans of sad tears that my feet are wet in already.

The more unhappy you are, the more miserable you are, the more you're going to suffer.

The days hardened with cold and boredom like last year's loaves of bread. One began to cut them with blunt knives without appetite, with a lazy indifference.

Too many things are occurring for even a big heart to hold.

(His) sadness grew; it became a rock inside him, pulling him down. He carried the sadness everywhere, morning, noon, and night. It hurt to breathe.

Sitting on a cornflake, Waiting for the van to come...