Augusten Burroughs Quotes

The wide world is all before us - but a world without a friend.

'Fortitude' is like the world in microcosm. It's like watching America or Russia, only you're isolated. Once you're inside, you can't escape.

I am in truth the Steppenwolf that I often call myself; that beast astray that finds neither home nor joy nor nourishment in a world that is strange and incomprehensible to him.

I am loved by thousands, but I feel like the loneliest man in the world.

I don't care if your world is ending today because I wasn't invited to it anyway.

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

Once you're alienated, you're on your own. That takes you to the world of the existential, where things just kind of float.

Everybody seems to wonder what it's like down here. I gotta get away from this day-to-day running around. Everybody knows this is nowhere.

But 'midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men, To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess, And roam along, the world's tired denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can bless.

Perhaps I'm dead. Perhaps this is all it will be. The living will carry on in their world – touching, walking. And I'll continue in this empty world, tapping soundlessly on the glass between us.

This is the ultimate cruelty, isn't it? That I can talk and talk and to anyone listening, it's only air--too rich a diet to be swallowed by a mundane world.

Even through the shut window pane, the world looked cold.

I wandered off, walking through streets that seemed emptier than ever, thinking that if I didn't stop, if I kept on walking, I wouldn't notice that the world I thought I knew was no longer there.

Everyone's moving on without me, into a world I don't understand.

I could disappear from the face of the earth, and the world would go on moving without the slightest twinge. Things were tremendously complicated, to be sure, but one thing was clear: no one needed me.

One can experience loneliness in two ways: by feeling lonely in the world or by feeling the loneliness of the world.

This world to me is like a lasting storm,Whirring me from my friends.

These days I must take the world in small and carefully measured doses. It is a sort of homeopathic cure I am undergoing, though I am not certain what this cure is meant to mend. Perhaps I am learning to live amongst the living again. Practising, I mean. But no, that is not it. Being here is just a way of not being anywhere.

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.

We walk alone in the world.

When I go biking, I am mentally far far away from civilization. The world is breaking someone else's heart.

Did you ever feel like the whole world was going to a party and your invitation got lost in the mail?

The sides are steep and the nights are long and cold down in the hole, light and love and the world above mean nothing to the mole.

Why am I always looking at life through a window?

It was as though she was an exile from a world that saw things her way