John Dryden Quotes

Loneliness and hunger were my fortunes of creation.

Loneliness and the feeling of being unwanted is the most terrible poverty.

I ain't got no friends.

I still think that the greatest suffering is being lonely, feeling unloved, just having no one... That is the worst disease that any human being can ever experience.

Misery no longer loves company. Nowadays it insists on it.

The individual couldn't find any attention in Italy.

You can't put abandonment and alienation under arrest.

Right now, they feel they have lost their voice, and their miseries have increased since my departure.

For who can bear to feel himself forgotten?

Maybe men are separated from each other only by the degree of their misery.

I hated my whole childhood, hated it, hated it, hated it. There was no place for me.

Solitude, isolation, are painful things and beyond human endurance.

At the narrow passage there is no brother and no friend

Not having a roof over your head at night must be frightening, cold, lonely and depressing. To be seriously ill as well must be beyond upsetting.

One day you're racing about the business of life, harried but vital, a part of its machinery. Then gradually but inexorably you are left out, until one day you find the machinery tearing along without you - and nobody even notices.

The stranger has no friend, unless it be a stranger.

The more hopeless you were, the further away they hid you.

To be shelterless and alone in the open country, hearing the wind moan and watching for day through the whole long weary night; to listen to the falling rain, and crouch for warmth beneath the lee of some old barn or rick, or in the hollow of a tree; are dismal things - but not so dismal as the wandering up and down where shelter is, and beds and sleepers are by thousands; a houseless rejected creature.

... the whole world of loneliness, poverty, and pain make a mockery of what human life should be.

Heard ten thousand whispering and nobody listening. Heard one person starve, I heard many people laughing. Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter.

Christmas is a holiday that persecutes the lonely, the frayed, and the rejected.

I've been in that angst of loneliness, where you're really alone in the universe, except for the dog.

But I also think all of the great stories in literature deal with loneliness. Sometimes it's by way of heartbreak, sometimes it's by way of injustice, sometimes it's by way of fate. There's an infinite number of ways to examine it.

The delta blues is a low-down, dirty shame blues. It's a sad, big wide sound, something to make you think about people who are dead or the women who left you.

Too much self-centered attitude, you see, brings, you see, isolation. Result: loneliness, fear, anger. The extreme self-centered attitude is the source of suffering.