Yehuda Amichai Quotes

Turning back the pages of my sweet shattered dream, I wonder if she'll ever do the same; And the thing that I call living is just being satisfied With knowing I've got no one left to blame.

Depression is when you have lots of love, but no one's taking.

She dumped me for the worst reason of all. For absolutely no reason at all...I mean, if she fell in love with someone else, or I did something wrong, or I let her down in some unforgivable way...That, I'd understand, right? But instead, she said...it wasn't anything. Not a single thing. It was just me. I was nice. I was kind. We just...she didn't see the connection anymore. I think she thought I was boring. And the cruelest part is, when someone says something mean about you, you know when they're right.

I've never been in love. I've dreamt of it day and night, but my heart is like a fine piano no one can play because the key is lost.

Hell was waking up alone, the sheets wet with your tears and your seed, knowing the woman you had dreamed of would never come back to you.

The sun's gone dim, and the moon's gone black. For I loved him, and he didn't love back.

I had the heart of the relationship, and no body to grow it in... It broke.

He felt he had lost it for good, he knew what it was to have been in communication with her, and to be cast off again. In misery, his heart like a heavy stone, he went about unliving.

Deep in earth my love is lying And I must weep alone.

Why is love so good...? You love someone and they leave. They come home one day and you say "What's happening?" and they say, "I got a better offer someplace else," and there they go, out of your life forever, and after that until you're dead you're carrying around this huge hunk of love with no one to give it to. And if you do find someone to give it to, the same thing happens all over.

Why must I be lonely in love?

I have loved badly, loved the great Too soon, withdrawn my words too late; And eaten in an echoing hall Alone and from a chipped plate The words that I withdrew too late.

He came amongst his own and his own received him not, and it hurt him then and it has kept on hurting him. The same hunger, the same loneliness, the same having no one to be accepted by and to be loved and wanted by.

For Beatrice, when we first met, I was lonely, and you were pretty. Now I am pretty lonely.

Living with someone you love can be lonelier than living entirely alone, if the on that you love doesn't love you.

I swear to God, I would marry the first person who asked me, just because it seems so completely impossible that anyone would ask.

When David left me I became totally brokenhearted.

She hates me and you hate me, but you all love Harry. Nobody loves me.

Not to be loved is a misfortune, but it is an insult to be loved no longer.

Hell, madam, is to love no longer.

Sometimes I feel my whole life has been one big rejection.

I just like to sing for people who have lost love.

My cards and flowers always got rejected on Valentines Day.

I buy women shoes and they use them to walk away from me.