Lucy Maud Montgomery Quotes

Emptiness and boredom: what a complete understatement. What I felt was complete desolation. Desolation, despair and boredom.

Oh, what a void there is in things.

I go out there. I'm out there every day. [Pause] There is nothing out there.

Just having the pain of being alive without anything else, whether it's good or bad. There's a lot of serious songs on the record, you know. That song is just about feeling like a fish out of water, feeling like you don't belong on the planet sometimes.

You know that day after day of, Oh God what am I going to do with myself feeling? The fear of the emptiness that it implies keeps me going.

I sat there with everything - and I had nothing.

Ain't no sunshine when she's gone, It's not warm when she's away, Ain't no sunshine when she's gone, And she's always gone too long, Anytime she goes away.

There is nothing else to do in my life... I have no family, relationships - this is the only thing that I do.

I was working in cartoons. I could go to Comic-Con, buy the Hal Jordan ring, I could buy animation cels, but at the end of the day, I come back to an empty apartment. I had a life that was only around me, and when I was broken, my world was broken.

You need as much ballast as possible to stop you from floating away; you need people around you, things going on, otherwise life is like some film where the money ran out, and there are no sets, or locations, or supporting actors, and it's just one bloke on his own staring into the camera with nothing to do and nobody to speak to, and who'd believe in this character then?

--then on the shore Of the wide world I stand alone, and think Till love and fame to nothingness do sink.

When we have found all the mysteries and lost all the meaning, we will be alone, on an empty shore.

I am here, alone, at the end of the world. I reach out and touch nothing.”.

Here, though, there is nothing. Nothing at all. The sky seems empty even when I am looking at the moon and stars.

Rage is really only for the good days. The truth is there's little of that left. the truth is that the forms I see have been slowly emptied out. They no longer have any content. They are shapes only. A train, a wall, a world. Or a man. A thing dangling in senseless articulation in a howling void. No meaning to its life. Its words. Why would I seek the company of such a thing? Why?

I've been in that angst of loneliness, where you're really alone in the universe, except for the dog.

Wrap parties can be really sad, actually, disorienting.

I had never felt so lonely and so sad in my entire life.

When friendship disappears then there is a space left open to that awful loneliness of the outside world which is like the cold space between the planets. It is an air in which men perish utterly.

It's a terrible feeling being lonely.

Lonesome. Lonesome. I know what it means. Here all by my lonesome, dreaming empty dreams. Weary. Weary at the close of day, wondering if tomorrow brings me joy or sorrow.

You are forever alone.

Sometimes, only one person is missing, and the whole world seems depopulated.