Judith Wright Quotes

My life is actually empty, so I feel like I'm lying to everyone by pretending to be happy on the outside.

No one ever discovers the depths of his own loneliness.

I have nobody. I have surrounded myself with people who are fake just because I need to talk to somebody.

The irony of our social group is that so often everyone feels this, but there's no company whatsoever in that feeling. Think of Pound's great emphasis, the way out is via the door.

It's a sad man my friend who's livin' in his own skin and can't stand the company.

Just having the pain of being alive without anything else, whether it's good or bad. There's a lot of serious songs on the record, you know. That song is just about feeling like a fish out of water, feeling like you don't belong on the planet sometimes.

I'm afraid I don't think I really have a life on which something can be written.

I remember one day sitting at the pool and suddenly the tears were streaming down my cheeks. Why was I so unhappy? I had success. I had security. But it wasn't enough. I was exploding inside.

One sometimes says: 'He killed himself because he was bored with life.' One ought rather to say: 'He killed himself because he was bored by lack of life.'

When I couldn't write, I felt like a zombie.

Every nerve in my body is so vacant and numb/I can't even remember what it was I came here to get away from/Don't even hear a murmur of a prayer/It's not dark yet, but it's getting there.

As soon as I was out in the street, I realized I didn't want to be alone after all, I realized I didn't want to be anything at all.

If, on thinking this, I look up to see if reality can quench my thirst, I see inexpressive facades, inexpressive faces, inexpressive gestures. Stones, bodies, ideas - all dead. All movements are one great standstill. Nothing means anything to me, not because it's unfamiliar but because I don't know what it is. The world has slipped away. And in the bottom of my soul - as the only reality of this moment - there's an intense and invisible grief, a sadness like the sound of someone crying in a dark room.

I'm lonely! I'm bored!

Don't ye know that ev'ry Soul on Earth feels itself to be an Orphan?

I have everything and I have nothing. Sometimes I feel like the loneliest man on the planet. All this 'stuff' and no one to share it with. And then when women come along, I wonder if they like the stuff more than me.

I have these wonderful homes, and no one to share them with.

This life of being a transient human being has gotten to a point when it's very hard to bear.

I am alone; I am always alone no matter what.

I was standing onstage last year, and I felt like I wanted to be somewhere else. No matter how many people were out there, it all just felt like a blank sheet of paper.

Selfishness, narcissism, being uncomfortable in your own skin, not feeling connected to the world around you, feeling dislocated from family and youth, having a strange relationship with your childhood - all those things feel really true to me.

I feel like sometimes that I was not meant for this society.

Why is it you feel like a dope if you laugh alone, but that's usually how you end up crying?

I don't think you ever know in yourself whether you have gone mad. You exist in a bubble. There comes a point where you suddenly feel not really a part of the world, you're just passing through.

I live like a Hottentot. I cannot exchange one sensible word with anyone.