Elvis Duran Quotes

Nothing again. No one is listening. No one is waiting to hear the kicking of a man above. It is unexpected. You have no ears for someone like me.

No one knows who I am and no-one cares. I could jump in front of a camera man and he'd just tell me to get out of the way.

I wonder that you will still be talking. Nobody marks you.

No stranger ever comes up and talks to me. I'm the invisible woman.

I was a guy who abandoned a TV show. I didn't care about people.

I hate being ignored.

The thrill of being ignored!

Do you feel like he ignores you?" "No. I feel like he doesn't see me.

Nobody the dead man & Nobody the living Nobody is giving in & Nobody is giving Nobody hears me but just Nobody cares Nobody fears me but Nobody just stares Nobody belongs to me & Nobody remains No Nobody knows nothing All that remains are remains

We are lost, she and I, unseen and not seeing, unheard and not hearing, unknown by others.

Nobody helps anybody.

One of the greatest diseases is to be nobody to anybody.

That's the trouble with being me. At this point, nobody gives a damn what my problem is. I could literally have a tumor on the side of my head and they'd be like, 'Yeah, big deal. I'd eat a tumor every morning for the kinda money you're pulling down.'

You have to remember, throughout my career, no one has ever really wanted to speak to me or wanted to sit down with me.

At some point or another, everyone has felt unseen and unheard and marginalized.

I've always felt misunderstood. Growing up, it's been my word against the teachers' or my parents' word, and nobody would ever listen to me.

I don't know what's the matter with me, why I'm so adept at distance, why I feel so remote from things, why life feels like a rumor.

I spent a great deal of my life being ignored. I was always very happy that way.

I don't care if your world is ending today because I wasn't invited to it anyway.

As her time in Florence drew to a close she was only at ease amongst those to whom she felt indifferent.

There is nothing worse than the feeling that no one cares whether we exists or not, that no one is interested in what we have to say about life, and that the world can continue turning without our awkward presence

I minded my own business, and, unfortunately, so did everyone else.

He was slumped in the back, gazing out of the window, as though his parents were two people who had picked him up hitchhiking, connected to him merely by chance and proximity.

They don’t listen to me, they don’t hear me, they don’t see me.

I hate to be treated as if I'm invisible. I get incensed when people talk across me or refuse to catch my eye in a restaurant or shop.