Unshared Experiences Quotes

I think it's a pity for him that my father didn't have the pleasure of seeing me grow up. I think he missed out on something. But it doesn't matter. It's boring. I don't have any anger about it.

Sometimes I'm having conversations with my friends, and I feel like they can't relate to me anymore. I'm like, 'Oh, my God, let me tell you about my experience on 'Fallon'!' And they'll be like, 'Oh, my God, let me tell you about my trip to the mall!' It sometimes feels lonely.

My major regret in life is that my childhood was unnecessarily lonely.

It's hard to know more about a person's life than what that person wants you to know.

I've gone through a lot of stuff in my life so far. There are stories I haven't really been able to tell.

Father knew me not. All my aspirations in life were a sealed book to him, as much as his peculiar religious experiences were to me.

I'm not a prosecutor at home. I don't talk about my day, because nobody's interested. I might do something frivolous, like bead.

I don't think it would be very difficult for me to open the chapters of my life because there isn't much there.

I was an only child; I didn't have a sister, or sisters.

I have no stories to sell. A lot of my relationships are with civilians, and no one wants to hear about those.

My father died prematurely at the age of 52 when I was 24, and it is a recurring regret that he never lived to see me succeed beyond university and drama.

All my good movies, nobody sees.

There were some days where I was like, you know what, I don't relate to everything that I'm hearing on the radio right now. Because I'm having a bad time, I'm having a rough day, I'm experiencing something that is making me feel alienated in this emotion because everything I'm hearing is about the opposite.

Dad taught me everything I know. Unfortunately, he didn't teach me everything he knows.

I am lonely. I clean up the house, put kids to bed and there I sit.

Lonely people, in talking to each other, can make each other lonelier.

I was definitely incredibly close to my dad, in a way that was all-encompassing. I am close to my mum, too, but there were areas that she and I did not share. So his loss to me was huge, personally and professionally. He believed in me, not just as a father, but as a director, and that always meant a lot.

I don't think I have the right to give someone advice when I don't know them.

I think a lot of guys you see - there seems to be this thing where you can have all the fun in the world, but in the end of the day, there's no one to share it with.

'You Should Be Here' came from a real place. I lost my father... it was right when I was getting my record deal. There's just been so many moments that he hasn't been here for. It's kind of the reason I wrote the song.

The most mortifying fact of my life is something that happened when I was fourteen and I have never admitted to anyone: not to friends nor therapists; not even in rehab when we were detailing our own personal spirals of shame did I confess. It is this: I am a graduate of the Barbizon School of Modeling.

The tragedy of it is that nobody sees the look of desperation on my face. Thousands and thousands of us, and we're passing one another without a look of recognition.

I wish if I could have achieved more success in my life earlier when my mom could see that happen, she could have seen those movies, could see the success rate that happened after I lost her.

Loneliness has little to do with what we do or where we do it, whether we're married or unmarried, optimists or pessimists, heterosexual or homosexual. Loneliness has to do with the sudden clefts we experience in every human relation, the gaps that open up with such stomach-turning unexpectedness. In a brief moment, I and my brother or sister have moved away into different worlds, and there is no language we can share.... It is in the middle of intimacy that the reality of loneliness most dramatically appears.

All along — not only since she left, but for a decade before — I had been imagining her without listening, without knowing that she made as a poor a window as I did. And so I could not imagine her as a person who could feel fear, who could feel isolated in a roomful of people, who could be shy about her record collection because it was too personal to share. Someone who might have read travel books to escape having to live in the town that so many people escape to. Someone who — because no one thought she was a person — had no one to really talk to.