Lawrence Kudlow Quotes

Nothing makes us more vulnerable than loneliness, except greed.

I never trusted anybody at all. I don't know why it was so hard, I just didn't.

Contempt is the weapon of the weak and a defense against one's own despised and unwanted feelings.

I have nobody. I have surrounded myself with people who are fake just because I need to talk to somebody.

I couldn't bear it if anyone knew I had hardly any self-confidence at all.

We all have times when we go home at night and pull out our hair and feel misunderstood and lonely and like we're falling. I think the brain is such that there is always going to be something missing.

People think I'm so strong, but I'm very shy.

I felt like a loser. I was unhappy as a child most of the time. We were terribly poor and I hated my size.

I still find trusting people quite hard. I've got a couple of mates that I do let in, but that's it. It's something I've got to sort out - I cut people off.

I was just a bit of a loner as a young boy. And very, very sensitive. Ever the emotional young thing.

I feel like it's weird to list all my crap qualities.

Telling my story has not been easy for me. I've had to dredge up memories I would have rather forgotten. The lonely, anxiety-ridden months I avoided others, attempting to hide from interrogations about my social life.

We're socially constructed to hide our flaws, and that breeds pain for a lot of people.

When I was growing up, I think I was expected to be seen and not heard. You're this little, nerdy kid; no one wants to hear about how sad you are. Nobody wants to hear that you feel lonely.

Sometimes, in my adult life, I have memories of when I was young and really scared of being too close to people.

I didn't know many people in London and became depressed, ending up in therapy. One day, the therapist called me Josh instead of Jacob, and I was mortified. I was telling this woman things I'd never told anyone, and she didn't even know my name.

Hiding behind a tougher outer image as a teenager feels cooler and safer compared to admitting, perhaps, that you're the very opposite.

One of the reasons we stay so alone in our lives is because we're ashamed to talk about the hard stuff. It's as simple as that. We're all in pain in different ways, and we don't get the help we need because we're too ashamed to talk about the pain.

It was less humiliating to admit crying because of your feet than because - because somebody had been amusing himself with you and your friends had forgotten you, and other people patronised you.

I wonder why we are always sort of ashamed of our best parts and try to hide them. We don't mind ridicule of our 'sillinesses' but of our 'sobers'.

I have given my all Funny how you could always make me feel small

Fools through false shame, conceal their open wounds.

Linda seemed to recognize loneliness. Possibly she could see it sitting opposite her, sipping lager and trying not to lose its temper. It was an illness, loneliness-it made you weak, gullible, feebleminded.

Here I am an old man in a long nightgown making muffled noises at people who may be no worse than I am.

I'm a guy so I equate vulnerability with fear.