Charles M. Schulz Quotes

Sometimes it seems the harder you try to hold onto something or someone the more it wants to get away. You feel like some kind of criminal for having felt, for having wanted. For having wanted to be wanted. It confuses you because you think that your feelings were wrong and it makes you feel so small because it’s so hard to keep it inside when you let it out and it doesn’t come back. You’re left so alone that you can’t explain.

She wants to go home, but nobody's home. That's why she lies, broken inside. With no place to go, no place to go, to dry her eyes, broken inside.

Sometimes I feel my whole life has been one big rejection.

Knowing that you're the one who's been rejected, God it makes you feel isolated. I defy anybody not to be a bit upset. I felt as though I'd walked into the house trailing all this baggage.

I understand the power of sorrow, and I understand how far it can take us from ourselves if we let it.

I think cruelty is just loneliness disguised as bitterness.

Now I know what loneliness is, I think. Momentary loneliness, anyway. It comes from a vague core of the self - - like a disease of the blood, dispersed throughout the body so that one cannot locate the matrix, the spot of contagion.

From this haunting feeling of being not wanted, which remained a recurrent haunt through life, I found two ways of escape, both of which in changing form also persisted. One was the invention of gods, the other was personal efficiency in work.

I need the pain of loneliness to make my imagination work.

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

Depression on my left, Loneliness on my right. They don't need to show me thier badges. I know these guys very well.

Is there any stab as deep as wondering where and how much you failed those you loved.

But solitude is sadness.' 'Yes; it is sadness. Life, however, has worse than that. Deeper than melancholy lies heart-break.

But it's a sad man my friend who's livin' in his own skin And can't stand the company. Every fool's got a reason to feelin' sorry for himself And turn his heart to stone. Tonight this fool's halfway to heaven and just a mile outta hell And I feel like I'm comin' home.

You can't pay enough money to... cure that feeling of being broken and confused.

Grief is a bad moon, a sleeper wave. It's like having an inner combatant, a saboteur who, at the slightest change in the sunlight, or at the first notes of a jingle for a dog food commercial, will flick the memory switch, bringing tears to your eyes.

Sometimes I think I'm the craziest person on the planet.

That is how prison is tearing me up inside. It hurts every day. Every day takes me further from my life.

In my own mind, I was sort of a desperate kid.

I didn't ever feel close to my real family. I didn't feel validated; I never felt right because I was always wrong.

I can't imagine that anybody is as screwed up as I am.

Because I am basically so insecure and anxious and afraid, I never, ever in my life learned to reach out for help, ever.

I was a very sad little girl.

Emptiness will always cripple me.