William Butler Yeats Quotes

I wrote at the start that this was a record of hate, and walking there beside Henry towards the evening glass of beer, I found the one prayer that seemed to serve the winter mood: O God, You've done enough, You've robbed me of enough, I'm too tired and old to learn to love, leave me alone forever.

Does nobody understand?

Late, by myself, in the boat of myself, no light and no land anywhere, cloudcover thick. I try to stay just above the surface, yet I'm already under and living within the ocean.

I had never liked, even feared a little, this wild reach of marsh and mud flats where everything seemed turned away from the land, looking off desperately toward the horizon as if in mute search for a sign of rescue.

Loneliness and hunger were my fortunes of creation.

Sometimes the world seems like a big hole. You spend all your life shouting down it and all you hear are echoes of some idiot yelling nonsense down a hole.

Wrap parties can be really sad, actually, disorienting.

The world doesn't understand me and I don't understand the world, that's why I've withdrawn from it.

I give the fight up: let there be an end, a privacy, an obscure nook for me. I want to be forgotten even by God.

When I walked out of the seminary, I was 31, but I was like a scared, frightened kid. I had no place to live, no license, no clothes. I was just a lost soul.

You know that day after day of, Oh God what am I going to do with myself feeling? The fear of the emptiness that it implies keeps me going.

I felt nobody would understand what was going on in my mind.

Lonesome. Lonesome. I know what it means. Here all by my lonesome, dreaming empty dreams. Weary. Weary at the close of day, wondering if tomorrow brings me joy or sorrow.

My entire soul is a cry, and all my work is a commentary on that cry.

Mr. Brad Delp. J'ai une ame solitaire. I am a lonely soul.

I guess lyrically they're similar because they're talking about escaping the kind of misery that likes company. 'The Last One Alive,' for me, is very simple. It's just about alienation, really, that causes anger.

No one ever lacks a good reason for suicide.

The essence of Richard Nixon is loneliness.

She died and with her died my last warm feelings for humanity.

I became bitter, hard, cold. I was always on a panic - couldn't buy clothes or a good place to live.

You don't know what it's like to be me.

I was quite solitary for 'Hitman.' I was quite apart. He struck me as a very sad individual. There was a mournful quality there.

There is nothing else to do in my life... I have no family, relationships - this is the only thing that I do.

Emptiness will always cripple me.