Sid Vicious Quotes

He who loves 50 people has 50 woes; he who loves no one has no woes.

Yves Saint Laurent didn't have friends. He loved nobody. He was intimate with nobody.

The last time I saw him he was walking down lover's lane holding his own hand.

You know, that single girl life and that sense of isolation - that doesn't leave you just like that. And that's what that song is about. I remember that, and that is imprinted on me, that sense.

The worst solitude is to have no real friendships.

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

I'm attracted to heartbreakers.

Do you know what it's like to love and be alone?

It is very possible that I could have ended up on 80 acres of land by myself, and fallen in love at a distance with a gorgeous woman I could never have been with.

It is misery, you know, unspeakable misery for the man who lives alone and who detests sordid, casual affairs; not old enough to do without women, but not young enough to be able to go and look for one without shame!

You are forever alone.

What makes loneliness an anguish is not that I have no one to share my burden, but this: I have only my own burden to bear.

You can always write a song about people who are in love, but they're in love, so they're happy; they don't need you. But the people that I try to worry about are the ones who don't have anyone to give chocolate to, and the girl who doesn't have flowers coming to her.

I got married for the wrong reasons. I was tired of being alone. I have to own that. It was me, not her.

A lot of my songs are about loneliness and losing relationships. Even the ones that are happy, there's a lonely undertone to them.

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.

When you are with the wrong person, who doesn't really love you, all you want is to be adored. It makes you more inward and needy. Gross.

Only one man ever understood me, and he didn't understand me.

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

Growing up, I'll always remember knowing from movies and TV that there was a possibility that you wouldn't fall in love. I always thought, 'Oh my God, I hope I'm not that person.'

In the silence of night I have often wished for just a few words of love from one man, rather than the applause of thousands of people.

No one ever discovers the depths of his own loneliness.

All of our unhappiness comes from our inability to be alone.

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