Marvin Hamlisch Quotes

Compared with the employed, the jobless are less likely to vote, volunteer, see friends and talk to family. Even on weekends, the jobless spend more time alone than those with jobs.

I didn't like not having work and not having people return my calls.

Tough times were when I didn't have a job and nobody called me.

The last time I was unemployed was 1989, and I've seen the research on retired people and how they feel about it. I'm definitely wired in a way that you wouldn't predict it would go wonderfully.

So, quite often, there are hardly any breaks. But that's fine with me as, at one point of time, I had stayed home for months without work. I have taken all the rest I needed then.

I got all of my out-of-work time done in the years when I first came to L.A.!

I thought the more famous I became, the more friendships I would have, but the opposite was true.

Only one man ever understood me, and he didn't understand me.

For an adult, eating alone at McDonald's is admitting a kind of defeat.

Sometimes I feel like there are people just waiting for me to fall. The funny thing is, I can't give them anything. I have just never been a partier, even in school.

There was a time when I wasn't working a lot. It ebbs and flows. Mostly I was just living my life and playing 'Fallout 3,' a very fun game.

I can't find a job. It makes me crazy.

I used to go to the gym regularly and swim an awful lot, but that was when I was unemployed and knew leisure intimately.

For eight-and-a-half years, I was just watching movies, and just staying in bed and just eating food and just, you know, being just miserable.

I'm bad on Valentine's Day, but even worse on Christmas. I go shopping at nine o'clock on December 24th every year. Nobody else is there. I'm in Toys'R'Us all by myself. I get there five minutes before closing.

I hate being out of work!

I'm desperate to work again. I've often had those periods, but two years was the longest.

The toughest workout can never match the pain of being out of work.

Any degree of unemployment worries me.

I was devastated by the loss of my job in March, although I can understand why it occurred.

People from New York have been calling, to see if I'm still alive. When I answer the phone, you can hear the disappointment in their voice.

Now that I have found someone, I'm feeling more alone... than I ever have before.

My mother had always taught me to write about my feelings instead of sharing really personal things with others, so I spent many evenings writing in my diary, eating everything in the kitchen and waiting for Mr. Wrong to call.

I feel bad about my outlook, how I feel about people and society, and that I'll never be part of society the way I should.

I mean, there are times when you aren't working, but still believe that work will come.