Gram Parsons Quotes

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

My face is muffled in my mother's clothing. Her rhinestones injure me. See: my feet are going. Fish flee the forefinger of my aunt. The sun streams over the geraniums. What has this to do with what I feel, with what I am.

Horrible experiences lead us to wonder whether the person who experiences them might not be something horrible.

I am half a man, holy Jesus, what a drag.

People treating you differently, when you don't feel any different, is really alienating.

Loneliness is something you can't walk away from.

“Do you take pride in your hurt?” Samuel asked. “Does it make you seem large and tragic?” “I don't know.” “Well, think about it. Maybe you're playing a part on a great stage with only yourself as audience.”

Loneliness: there is no organ that can take it all.

When one is a stranger to oneself, then one is estranged from others, too.

Loneliness becomes an acid that eats away at you.

People cannot win against their loneliness because loneliness is this world’s worst kind of pain.

Sometimes it is painful to be oneself; at other times it seems impossible to escape oneself.

Loneliness is the prison of the human spirit. When we are lonely, we pace back and forth in small, shut-in worlds.

Sometimes I wanted to peel away all of my skin and find a different me underneath.

What can I do my friends, if I do not know? I am neither Christian nor Jew, nor Muslim nor Hindu. What can I do? What can I do? Not of the East, nor of the West, Nor of the land, nor of the sea, Not of nature's essence, nor of circling heavens. What could I be?

I will no longer mutilate and destroy myself in order to find a secret behind the ruins.

Loneliness is the theme, and I play it like a symphony, in endless variations.

The time will come when you will hate the sight of a mirror.

I am not at home in myself. I am my own stranger.

God knows we have our own demons to be cast out, our own uncleanness to be cleansed. Neurotic anxiety happens to be my own particular demon, a floating sense of doom that has ruined many of what could have been, should have been, the happiest days of my life, and more than a few times in my life I have been raised from such ruins, which is another way of saying that more than a few times in my life I have been raised from death - death of the spirit anyway, death of the heart - by the healing power that Jesus calls us both to heal with and to be healed by.

I didn't belong when I was in high school. Now people are trying to buy lips.

I am out with lanterns, looking for myself.

Jesus was lonely and sorrowful and scared-an unbelievably real person.

We shared the smile of recognizing ourselves in each other, how many imposters do I have? Do we all make the same mistakes, or has one of us gotten it right, or even just a bit less wrong, am I the imposter?

We have no idea who we really are. Whatever glory bestowed, whatever glory is being restored, we thought the whole Christian thing was about... something else. Trying not to sin. Going to church. Being nice. Jesus says it is about healing your heart, setting it free, restoring your glory. A religious fog has tried to veil all that, put us under some sort of spell or amnesia, to keeup us from coming alive.