Nick Hornby Quotes

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

Loneliness is about the scariest thing out there.

Oh, I do get lonely, yes.

When friendship disappears then there is a space left open to that awful loneliness of the outside world which is like the cold space between the planets. It is an air in which men perish utterly.

It's a terrible feeling being lonely.

In the past I have never thought about loneliness when working, and I don't think about it now. Yet there must be a reason for the fact that so many people talk about it.

I hate being alone, even for 10 minutes.

Who knows what true loneliness is - not the conventional word but the naked terror? To the lonely themselves it wears a mask. The most miserable outcast hugs some memory or some illusion.

The interesting thing is why we're so desperate for this anesthetic against loneliness.

I'm perpetually lonely.

You write a story about loneliness, and you grab them all because everybody's an expert on that one.

Loneliness is the ultimate poverty.

Forget sex or politics or religion, loneliness is the subject that clears out a room.

Loneliness is and always has been the central and inevitable experience of every man.

Loneliness is always there, it's a phase that comes and goes and it is a very difficult phase.

I ain't got no friends.

It is very hard to stay alive just for your own sake. It is very hard to stare into day after day without another familiar face staring back. It turns your heart into a purposeless muscle.

This self now as I leant over the gate looking down over fields rolling in waves of colour beneath me made no answer. He threw up no opposition. He attempted no phrase. His fist did not form. I waited. I listened. Nothing came, nothing. I cried then with a sudden conviction of complete desertion. Now there is nothing. No fin breaks the waste of this immeasurable sea. Life has destroyed me. No echo comes when I speak, no varied words. This is more truly death than the death of friends, than the death of youth.

Alone. Yes, that's the key word, the most awful word in the English tongue. Murder doesn't hold a candle to it and hell is only a poor synonym.

There were people everywhere but no one was mine, and I was no one's.

I want to be alone. Sympathies wasted on my hollow shell. I feel there's nothing left to fight for. No reason for a cause.

I am nothing. I’m like someone who’s been thrown into the ocean at night, floating all alone. I reach out, but no one is there. I call out, but no one answers. I have no connection to anything.

The problem with the loneliness I suffer is that the company of others has never been a cure for it.

The lonely become either thoughtful or empty.