Aleksandar Hemon Quotes

I never ran away, but I was very unhappy as a teenager. I felt like a complete nonentity, and I very tangibly have memories of not wanting to be here - in my body.

I am much too alone in this world, yet not alone enough

I want to be alone. Sympathies wasted on my hollow shell. I feel there's nothing left to fight for. No reason for a cause.

To be closed from everything, and yet to feel, to think...This is the truth of hell, stripped of its gaudy medievalisms. This loss of contact.

There is a chasm between me and the world outside of me. A gap so wide my feelings can't cross it. By the time my screams reach the other side, they have dwindled into groans.

There is a loneliness that can be rocked. Arms crossed, knees drawn up, holding, holding on, this motion, unlike a ship's, smooths and contains the rocker. It's an inside kind--wrapped tight like skin. Then there is the loneliness that roams. No rocking can hold it down. It is alive. On its own. A dry and spreading thing that makes the sound of one's own feet going seem to come from a far-off place.

I have the true feeling of myself only when I am unbearably unhappy.

No one ever discovers the depths of his own loneliness.

The world doesn't understand me and I don't understand the world, that's why I've withdrawn from it.

Even in the presence of others he was completely alone.

The irony of our social group is that so often everyone feels this, but there's no company whatsoever in that feeling. Think of Pound's great emphasis, the way out is via the door.

It's a sad man my friend who's livin' in his own skin and can't stand the company.

Selfishness, narcissism, being uncomfortable in your own skin, not feeling connected to the world around you, feeling dislocated from family and youth, having a strange relationship with your childhood - all those things feel really true to me.

In my own mind, I was sort of a desperate kid.

I don't think you ever know in yourself whether you have gone mad. You exist in a bubble. There comes a point where you suddenly feel not really a part of the world, you're just passing through.

Living, it's awful for me.

Depression - it falls into that small category of things like combat that, if you haven't been in it, you can say you can imagine it all you like. But it's truly different.

There is no loneliness greater than the loneliness of a failure. The failure is a stranger in his own house.

It's curious how we act in moments of personal despair.

Our uniqueness makes us special, makes perception valuable - but it can also make us lonely. This loneliness is different from being 'alone': You can be lonely even surrounded by people. The feeling I'm talking about stems from the sense that we can never fully share the truth of who we are. I experienced this acutely at an early age.

My character in 'La Haine,' he's not bad; he's unhappy, and usually, people are like that. Most of us are angry.

Emptiness will always cripple me.

Wherever you are in the world, whoever you are with, sometimes you feel desperately lonely.

If a documentary crew were to follow me around, they'd probably think they were making a film about the saddest person in the world.