Jenny Downham Quotes

Have you ever felt like a phone call that's been disconnected?

I am dead to them, even though I once flowered.

Abode where lost bodies roam each searching for its lost one.

For it must be very lonely being dead.

Are the dead as lonesome as the living?

I am alone here in New York, no longer a we.

I'm so secluded. Very alone.

You come into the world alone and you go out of the world alone yet it seems to me you are more alone while living than even going and coming.

When the people you love are gone, you're alone.

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

There's a strange sort of quiet when you're dying. It's as if you're in a glass room, and the walls keep getting thicker and thicker.

Now we're like planets, holding to each other from a great distance. [...] Now we're hundreds of miles apart, our short arms keep us lonely, no one hears what's in my head. [...] It's March, even the birds don't know what to do with themselves.

The universe was exploding, each particle away from the next, hurtling us into dark and lonely space, eternally tearing us away from each other - child out of the womb, friend away from friend, moving from each other, each through his own pathway towards the goal-box of solitary death.

They were here all at once, but not together. Survival took self-absorption, and it made them strangers with nothing to do and no way to relate. Emergencies gave you a shape and a plot to take part in, while death was no story at all. It left you nothing.

In the end, the only thing between us was silence.

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.

For where thou art, there is the world itself, With every several pleasure in the world, And where thou art not, desolation.

There's something about sitting alone in the dark that reminds you how big the world really is, and how far apart we all are.

Sharing a room with a cadaver is only mildly different from being in a room alone. They are the same sort of company as people across from you on subways or in airport lounges, there but not there. Your eyes keep going back to them, for lack of anything more interesting to look at, and then you feel bad for staring.

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.

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.

How frighteningly few are the persons whose death would spoil our appetite and make the world seem empty.

The clothes are packed off to Goodwill I said my good-byes up on the hill The house is empty, the furniture sold Soon your smell will decay to mold Don't know why I bother calling, ain't nobody answering Don't know why I bother singing, ain't nobody listening "Disconnect" Collateral Damage, Track 10

but then she did. she died. no more visits, no more phone calls. And without even realizing it, I began to drift, as if my roots had been pulled, as if I were floating down some side branch of a river.