Chris Rock Quotes

It's pretty lonely and sad to be single. Every night was the same for me, I'd go home and curl up in bed with my favorite book. Well, actually it was a magazine.

Love so seldom means happiness.

I have the true feeling of myself only when I am unbearably unhappy.

I couldn't think of anything worse than being in an unhappy marriage. It worries me because I've seen it destroy people.

One major challenge within happiness is loneliness. The more I've learned about happiness, the more I've come to believe that loneliness is a terrible, common, and important obstacle to consider.

I think writing about unhappiness is probably the source of my popularity, if I have any-after all, most people are unhappy, don't you think?

Everybody has unhappiness.

I've got every possible thing I could want. And I wondered, 'Why am I so depressed?' I still don't know sometimes.

Loneliness can become a downward spiral.

When I was at United, I had money, but I was still so down and depressed.

The happiest times in my life were when my relationships were going well - when I was in love with someone, and someone was loving me. But in my whole life, I haven't met the person I can sustain a relationship with yet. So I'm discontented about that. I'm angry with myself. I have regrets.

I can't cheer up — I don't want to cheer up. It's nicer to be miserable!

I wish you joy of your unhappiness, since you cling to it so.

Single life is so overrated. It sucks.

I'm not happy. I'm not happy at all.

I'm lonely! I'm bored!

Loveless moments are to be avoided.

Being single also sucks sometimes because you're single.

How do you expect mankind to be happy in pairs when it is miserable separately?

Le bonheur est dans l'amour un e tat anormal. In love, happiness is abnormal.

I have no relationships and I'm, like, sad sometimes.

I was bored. Sad. Lonely. It was only a matter of time before I cracked.

I left the library. Crossing the street, I was hit head-on by a brutal loneliness. I felt dark and hollow. Abandoned, unnoticed, forgotten, I stood on the sidewalk, a nothing, a gatherer of dust. People hurried past me. and everyone who walked by was happier than I. I felt the old envy. I would have given anything to be one of them.

I am sad, sad as a circus-lioness.