Mick Jagger Quotes

Although I've got lots of pals in showbiz, I haven't got that many close friends.

I'd like to get back to my family and friends - believe it or not, I do have some real friends.

I feel like I'm in my own world: in the world but not a part of it.

I wouldn't wish overnight success on anyone. You have no real friends. Everyone works endless hours at different studios, so far apart. Even on your own lot, relationships were formal and often competitive.

I'm an only child, and so I over-rely on my friends to lend their support.

I used to feel very lonely on the team. The boys would all pair up.

We spend 364 days a year surrounded by people who kind of are our family, but we never really get to meet them or break through with them.

Hanging out with the Trees is like hanging out with your family, and I hardly ever see my family.

Those reflective moments for me usually come from loneliness and separation from people.

I don't have a lot of close friends.

I lived in buses. I didn't really have anything else. I didn't feel like a female, and I ended up really kind of isolated. Everybody thinks you're so happy and so wealthy and such a big star, but you're really kind of lonely and don't know how to stop it.

Oh, my God, I literally only have, like, one friend that I'm actually completely, like, myself with.

I probably like being isolated more than many people do, but I'm lucky to have the friendship of many fine people, and they keep me from becoming very isolated. The world of my mind is certainly a populated and warm place, too. It's difficult for me to become too isolated with such resources.

Full of men, vacant of friends.

Solitude, the sly enemy that doth separate a man from well-doing.

For no one, in our long decline, So dusty, spiteful and divided, Had quite such pleasant friends as mine, Or loved them half as much as I did.

The good Watson had at that time deserted me for a wife, the only selfish action I can recall in our association. I was alone.

It suddenly seemed to me that I was lonely, that every one was forsaking me and going away from me. Of course, any one is entitled to ask who "every one" was. For though I had been living almost eight years in Petersburg I had hardly an acquaintance. But what did I want with acquaintances? I was acquainted with all Petersburg as it was.

And it came to me then. That we were wonderful traveling companions but in the end no more than lonely lumps of metal in their own separate orbits. From far off they look like beautiful shooting stars, but in reality they're nothing more than prisons, where each of us is locked up alone, going nowhere. When the orbits of these two satellites of ours happened to cross paths, we could be together. Maybe even open our hearts to each other. But that was only for the briefest moment. In the next instant we'd be in absolute solitude. Until we burned up and became nothing.

I had been alone more than I could have been had I gone by myself.

Alone, all alone Nobody, but nobody Can make it out here alone.

It's terrifying. It's so scary, because you get used to being around the crew and being friendly with everyone and then suddenly, at a certain point, everything switches and you're the one standing behind the lights and nobody's going to help you. And that can be really difficult sometimes.

(He) had not realized how much he needed this sweet, friendly sound. How much he needed someone to settle in next to him. He didn't know that he needed to not be so solitary until at last he wasn't. So many needs in one old dog.

Loneliness comes in two basic varieties. When it results from a desire for solitude, loneliness is a door we close against the world. When the world instead rejects us, loneliness is an open door, unused.