Alexander Pope Quotes

Whenever I have too much downtime, I start to get sad.

I would certainly end up forever crying the blues into a coffee cup in a park for old men playing chess or silly games of some sort.

I haven't have fun for a long time," Kaia said with a pout. "Me, either. Except with myself, but I don't suppose that counts." "It does the way I do it.

I've reached a point in my life where going to the supermarket is a day out.

It's so easy for me to fall back into depression. I think it comes with having money. I don't have to work. I could be sitting bored and depressed at home with a bag on my head.

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

I have been back in Paris for two weeks. Nothing new. Life is still bitter.

I like melancholy. I like to pretend that I'm alone in the world and I'm just sort of abandoned.

I was very depressed when I was 19... I would go back to my apartment every day and I would just sit there. It was quiet and it was lonely. It was still. It was just my piano and myself. I had a television and I would leave it on all the time just to feel like somebody was hanging out with me.

The road is a lonely place, and that sounds like a cliche, you know, like what is my life?

Oh, to me not drinking is like being dead, almost. I sit here taking endless journeys down memory lane. It gets boring.

I don't do much else but stay in my hotel room.

Gee, its lonesome in the outfield. It's hard to keep awake with nothing to do.

It's all I have left in my life, caffeine and a poodle.

During the downtime on tour, I simply walk from room to room, staring into my computer.

People who have nothing to do are quickly tired of their own company.

I didn't enjoy growing up. I was lonely. That's probably my base level to feel like that.

You will be melancholy, if you are solitary.

Emptiness and boredom: what a complete understatement. What I felt was complete desolation. Desolation, despair and boredom.

Still I sojourn here, alone and palely loitering, though the sedge is withered from the lake and no birds sing. For I sent the bath towel to the wash this morning, and omitted to put out another. I have no towel.

I just lay in my room for days ... weeks.

I suffer from life and from other people. I can’t look at reality face to face. Even the sun discourages and depresses me. Only at night and all alone, withdrawn, forgotten and lost, with no connection to anything real or useful — only then do I find myself and feel comforted.

I, too, seem to be a connoisseur of rain, but it does not fill me with joy; it allows me to steep myself in a solitude I nurse like a vice I've refused to vanquish.

Me and my shadow Strolling down the avenue Oh, me and my shadow Not a soul to tell our troubles to And when it's twelve o'clock we climb the stairs We never knock 'cause nobody's there Just me and my shadow All alone and feeling blue