Vincent Van Gogh Quotes

I'm not crazy about having lots of time to myself. Whenever I come back from filming away, I immediately want to go and see my friends and my family and re-establish my life. I can fill time when I'm alone, but I love being around other people.

People think it's terribly sad to spend Christmas alone, but it's no sadder, really, than spending any other day alone, is it?

For me, I value connection a lot, talking to people and connecting. Don't get me wrong: I enjoy having my own time, but I think it's really important to have that connection, so living on Mars would be a struggle for me.

The memory of Cumshewa is of a great lonesomeness smothered in a blur of rain.

When I'm writing solitude feels very good. But when I'm not writing it feels lonely... Having a big family solves that problem.

I realize, for the first time, how very lonely I've been in the arena. How comforting the presence of another human being can be.

Sometimes when I'm with you, I remember things I lost when I was your age. Like I remember the sound of the rain and the smell of the wind.

But I wouldn't recommend writing. You can be a successful writer and never meet another soul. I'm not sure that's a good thing.

You need the noise of your friends in space.

People are meant to go through life two by two. ’Tain’t natural to be lonesome.

What a man misses mostly in heaven is company.

No one can live without friendship, because what would you do all day without friends?

The reason for my starting a diary is that I have no real friend.

It was nice to be alone, not to have to smile and look pleased; a relief to stare dejectedly out the window at the sheeting rain and let just a few tears escape.

Friendship, if somebody holds out his hand toward you, you've got to reach and take it... There are too many people alone, and if you're lucky enough for somebody to want you as a friend, it's an obligation.

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.

I wake up in the morning and I feel like I’m missing something. I know that there’s something not right, and it takes me a while to remember what it is . . . then I remember. My best friend is gone. My only friend. It was silly of me to rely so much on one person.

I thrive best on solitude. If I have had a companion only one day in a week, unless it were one or two I could name, I find that the value of the week to me has been seriously affected. It dissipates my days, and often it takes me another week to get over it.

I don't think I've had a lonely moment in my life.

To a heart formed for friendship and affection the charms of solitude are very short-lived.

I never found a companion that was so companionable as solitude.

Trust me on this: no one is better off alone.

Wrapped in a police blanket, I watched the rain and smoked one black cigarette after another.

Are the days of winter sunshine just as sad for you, too? When it is misty, in the evenings, and I am out walking by myself, it seems to me that the rain is falling through my heart and causing it to crumble into ruins.

I love solitude, but I prize it most when plenty of company is available.