Sulli Quotes

When not deeply engaged in creative activities, or numbed out by the TV, I felt empty. My heart hurt. I often felt hollow or as if I were some sort of wispy ghost, barely existing.

Emptiness will always cripple me.

The more I swear I'm happy the more I'm feeling alone

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

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

The funny thing about having all this so-called success is that behind it is a certain horrible emptiness.

Oh, what a void there is in things.

It was only literally hours after the wedding when he felt he didn't have to keep up the facade.

I'm afraid I don't think I really have a life on which something can be written.

Loneliness is and always has been the central and inevitable experience of every man.

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

Loneliness is always there, it's a phase that comes and goes and it is a very difficult phase.

The first thing that happens to someone with a mental illness, in the throes of it, is that they lose all their self-esteem. They don't think they fit in.

The hungry feeling and the lonely feeling merged until it was hard to tell them apart.

Until the bitter end, the emptiness inside her was hers alone.

What I was afraid of was my own grief, the weight of it, the ineluctable corrosive force of it, and the stark awareness I had of being, for the first time in my life, entirely alone, a Crusoe shipwrecked and stranded in the limitless wastes of a boundless and indifferent ocean.

The worst thing about loneliness is that it brings one face to face with oneself.

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.

This world that I live in is empty and cold/the loneliness cuts me and tortures my soul.

I'm lonely! I'm bored!

But even so, every now and then I would feel a violent stab of loneliness. The very water I drink, the very air I breathe, would feel like long, sharp needles. The pages of a book in my hands would take on the threatening metallic gleam of razor blades. I could hear the roots of loneliness creeping through me when the world was hushed at four o'clock in the morning.

I'd got very successful, everyone knew who I was, but I felt very empty.

Sadness is but a wall between two gardens.

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.