Randy Harrison Quotes

You don't know what it's like to be me.

Trapped' is unique because it focuses on one character who is stuck in an apartment.

We sit here stranded, though we're all doin' our best to deny it

The problem with heartbreak is that nobody can help you when you're heartbroken. Nobody and nothing. Not the films you watch alone desperately searching for a character who feels the way you do, not the glasses or bottles of whisky you keep by your bed and certainly not Instagram.

They're caught where there's no way out or where you can't see out. What are you going to do about it? I don't have the answer. If I did there would be no insane asylums. But I see a lot of people, a lot of my friends in the same predicament. Many times in my life, I was there myself.

Painting is consequently an almost blind, desperate effort, like that of a person abandoned, helpless, in totally incomprehensible surroundings.

But what am I? An infant crying in the night: An infant crying for the light: And with no language but a cry.

Sometimes it seems the harder you try to hold onto something or someone the more it wants to get away. You feel like some kind of criminal for having felt, for having wanted. For having wanted to be wanted. It confuses you because you think that your feelings were wrong and it makes you feel so small because it’s so hard to keep it inside when you let it out and it doesn’t come back. You’re left so alone that you can’t explain.

The more I swear I'm happy the more I'm feeling alone

And it seemed hard to believe that these people who were so close to me couldn’t see how desperate I was, or if they could they didn’t care enough to do anything about it, or if they cared enough to do anything about it they didn’t believe there was anything they could do, not knowing—or not wanting to know—that their belief might have been the thing that made the difference.

Early on, my emotional work had to do with feeling unheard and invisible.

She stays in the same spot, anchored by the profound, desperate loneliness of a bad relationship.

I am an unwilling devil. I cry like some vagrant child. I want to go home.

Empathy is a special way of coming to know another and ourself, a kind of attuning and understanding. When empathy is extended, it satisfies our needs and wish for intimacy, it rescues us from our feelings of aloneness.

How rarely do our emotions meet the object they seem to deserve? How hopelessly we signal; how dark the sky; how big the waves. We are all lost at sea, washed between hope and despair, hailing something that may never come to rescue us.

I looked at the stars, and considered how awful it would be for a man to turn his face up to them as he froze to death, and see no help or pity in all the glittering multitude.

I often wish my mother had died so that at least I could get some people's sympathy. But there she was, a perfectly beautiful mother.

It felt as though they were the only people in the world, two young women about to bury the symbol of their helplessness, as if that's all it would take to make them whole again.

He hated all this, and somehow he couldn't get away.

I cannot contribute anything to this world because I only have one method: agony.

I'm sentimental--I know. I'm desperate and silly--I know that too. Oh, help me!

Very suddenly. Yes, quite suddenly, I didn't feel like I could handle my feeling of aloneness.

Let me go.” “I can’t”, he said hoarsely, (…)” I’ve tried a hundred times to let you go, Victoria, but I can’t.

We stand, as it were, on the shore, and see multitudes of our fellow beings struggling in the water, stretching forth their arms, sinking, drowning, and we are powerless to assist them.