Category Archives: ALONENESS

Photography can never grow up if it imitates some other medium. It has to walk alone it has to be itself.” Berenice Abbott on Alone.

 

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But as in ethics, evil is a consequence of good, so in fact, out of joy is sorrow born. Either the memory of past bliss is the anguish of today, or the agonies which are have their origin in the ecstasies which might have been.

– from “Berenice”

Edgar Allan Poe.

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Some people are still unaware that reality contains unparalleled beauties. The fantastic and unexpected, the ever-changing and renewing is nowhere so exemplified as in real life itself.

“A fine line separates the weary recluse from the fearful hermit. Finer still is the line between hermit and bitter misanthrope.” Dean Koontz, Velocity

 

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“Too lazy to be ambitious,
I let the world take care of itself.
Ten days’ worth of rice in my bag;
a bundle of twigs by the fireplace.
Why chatter about delusion and enlightenment?
Listening to the night rain on my roof,
I sit comfortably, with both legs stretched out.” 
― Ryokan

Praying Drunk Our Father who art in heaven, I am drunk. Again. Red wine. Andrew Hudgins.

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For most normal folks, drinking means conviviality, companionship and colorful imagination. It means release from care, boredom and worry. It is joyous intimacy with friends and a feeling that life is good. But not so with us in those last days of heavy drinking.

ALCOHOLICS ANONYMOUS, The Big Book


My head is like a bad neighbourhood and I shouldn’t go in there alone

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Woroni (Canberra, ACT : 1950 – 2007), Monday 2 July 1973, page 1
National Library of Australia http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article140093399

It is walking in the night
after the theatres and before the milkman
alerted by some signal from the golden drug tapeworm
that eats yr
flesh and drinks yr peace
you reach for a needle and busy yrself
preparing the Utopia substance in a blackened
spoon held in candle flame
by now yr thumb and finger are leathery
being so often burned this way

it hurts much less than withdrawal and the hand
is needed for little else now anyway
Then cordon off the arm with a belt
probe for a vein, send the dream transfusion out
on a voyage among your body machinery.

Hits you like sleep –
sweet illusory, fast, with a semblance of forever.
For a while the fire dies down in you
until you die down in the fires.
Once you become a drug addict
you
will never want to be anything else.

The Author of this poem is now dead.

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“I have absolutely no pleasure in the stimulants in which I sometimes so madly indulge. It has not been in the pursuit of pleasure that I have periled life and reputation and reason. It has been the desperate attempt to escape from torturing memories, from a sense of insupportable loneliness and a dread of some strange impending doom.”

― Edgar Allan Poe

Michael was a monkey, and a lonely chimpanzee, Trying hard to find a lady chimp to share his tree.

There was but one hiccup in this quest to soothe his heart:

Every time he talked to monkey girls he’d start to fart.

 http://kingpoetry.com/monk.htm

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Queensland Figaro (Brisbane, Qld. : 1901 – 1936), Saturday 4 October 1930,

Queensland Figaro (Brisbane, Qld. - 1901 - 1936), Saturday 4 October 1930,

Riches: A dream in the night. Fame: A gull floating on water.

 Read more at http://www.quotesworthrepeating.com/quote-by/c-quote-by/chinese-proverb/page/3/#KQrPAwCgfiob3F3O.99

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Ye who know the Lone Trail fain would follow it, 
Through it lead to glory or the darkness of the pit. 
Ye who take the Lone Trail, bid your love good-bye; 
The Lone Trail, the Lone Trail follow till you die. 
The trails of the world be countless, and most of the trails be tried; 
You tread on the heels of the many, till you come where the ways divide; 
And one lies safe in the sunlight, and the other is dreary and wan, 
Yet you look aslant at the Lone Trail, and the Lone Trail lures you on. 
And somehow you’re sick of the highway, with its noise and its easy needs, 
And sometimes it leads to the desert, and the tongue swells out of the mouth, 
And you stagger blind to the mirage, to die in the mocking drought. 
And sometimes it leads to the mountain, to the light of the lone camp-fire, 
And you gnaw your belt in the anguish of hunger-goaded desire. 
And sometimes it leads to the Southland, to the swamp where the orchid glows, 
And you rave to your grave with the fever, and they rob the corpse for its clothes. 
And sometimes it leads to the Northland, and the scurvy softens your bones, 
And your flesh dints in like putty, and you spit out your teeth like stones. 
And sometimes it leads to a coral reef in the wash of a weedy sea, 
And you sit and stare at the empty glare where the gulls wait greedily. 
And sometimes it leads to an Arctic trail, and the snows where your torn feet freeze, 
And you whittle away the useless clay, and crawl on your hands and knees. 
Often it leads to the dead-pit; always it leads to pain; 
By the bones of your brothers ye know it, but oh, to follow you’re fain. 
By your bones they will follow behind you, till the ways of the world are made plain. 
Bid good-by to sweetheart, bid good-by to friend; 
The Lone Trail, the Lone Trail follow to the end. 
Tarry not, and fear not, chosen of the true;
Lover of the Lone Trail, the Lone Trail waits for you. 

–ROBERT SERVICE, The Lone Trail, 1907

lunching alone gulls and sandpipers search the beach

https://sites.google.com/site/worldhaikureview2/whr-summer-2013

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The fish trap exists because of the fish. Once you’ve gotten the fish you can forget the trap. The rabbit snare exists because of the rabbit. Once you’ve gotten the rabbit, you can forget the snare. Words exist because of their meaning. Once you’ve got the meaning, you can forget the words. Where can I find a man who has forgotten words so I can talk with him?
-Chuang Tzu

 

And what if—what are you if the people who are supposed to love you can leave you like you’re nothing ?

― Elizabeth Scott, The Unwritten Rule

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Addiction is the blindfold and bindings that restrict our ability to build our children and families. Raising children and supporting a family is difficult enough, without being enslaved by a substance or other addiction.

http://www.everydayfamily.com/how-does-addiction-affect-my-child/

We read to know that we are not alone.”

― William Nicholson

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I suggest that the only books that influence us are those for which
we are ready, and which have gone a little farther down our particular path
than we have yet got ourselves. ~ E. M. Forster

http://winningspirit.com/speed_reading_quotations.shtml

Seperti katak di bawah tempurung – Like frog underneath coconut shell.

Meaning: A frog which leaves under a cocunut shell will think that the shell is the world.  So, one who is like the frog will have no knowledge of
things/events/places outside his ‘world’.  He refuses to venture out into the world-he remains ignorant but is happy with it.

http://cogweb.ucla.edu/Discourse/Proverbs/Miscellaneous.html

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“He who plants a coconut tree plants food and drink, vessels and clothing, a home for himself and a heritage for his children”

South Seas saying

http://www.coconutrepublic.org/quotable_notables.php

“There was a time I thought I couldn’t enjoy rock ‘n’ roll unless I had heroin in me”

Joe Perry of Aerosmith – 1989

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Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone,
Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music.

Kahlil Gibrain

http://www.langservices.net/quotes.html

 

A single tree makes no forest; one string makes no music.

http://www.oocities.org/yangyangetje/proverb.html

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“People use drugs, legal and illegal, because their lives are intolerably painful or dull. They hate their work and find no rest in their leisure. They are estranged from their families and their neighbors. It should tell us something that in healthy societies drug use is celebrative, convivial, and occasional, whereas among us it is lonely, shameful, and addictive. We need drugs, apparently, because we have lost each other.
(pg. 61, “Racism and the Economy”)” ‘

― Wendell Berry, The Art of the Commonplace: The Agrarian Essays

No individual is isolated. He who is sad, saddens others.”

― Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

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“There I was, cold, isolated and desperate for something I knew I couldn’t have.
A solution. A remedy. Anything.

…I hated it. Alone and confused was the last place I wanted to be.
Somehow I knew I deserved this.”

― Brian Krans, A Constant Suicide

Remember, every flower that ever bloomed had to go through a whole lot of dirt to get there.

– Mariela Delgado

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“Find meaning. Distinguish melancholy from sadness. Go out for a walk. It doesn’t have to be a romantic walk in the park, spring at its most spectacular moment, flowers and smells and outstanding poetical imagery smoothly transferring you into another world. It doesn’t have to be a walk during which you’ll have multiple life epiphanies and discover meanings no other brain ever managed to encounter. Do not be afraid of spending quality time by yourself. Find meaning or don’t find meaning but ‘steal’ some time and give it freely and exclusively to your own self. Opt for privacy and solitude. That doesn’t make you antisocial or cause you to reject the rest of the world. But you need to breathe. And you need to be.”

― Albert Camus, Notebooks 1951-1959

” The man who thinks he can live without others is mistaken; the one who thinks others can’t live without him is even more deluded.

~ Hasidic Saying

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“My peers, lately, have found companionship through means of intoxication–it makes them sociable.
I, however, cannot force myself to use drugs to cheat on my loneliness–it is all that I have–and when the drugs and alcohol dissipate, will be all that my peers have as well.”

― Franz Kafka

Wide sea, that one continuous murmur breeds along the pebbled shore of memory!

John Keats

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“Sometimes I feel alone. Some days are long and hard. But when I look out into this world, I am struck by the impossible beauty of it all. Those billions of magnificent accidents that led us to where we are today, that led us to paper planes and nautilus shells and the tiny, crooked smiles of children. When I think about the small perfections of the world, I have faith that my time will come. I have faith that someday, a warm light will flood over me and I will find peace.”

― Avery Monsen, All my friends are dead

It is always sad when someone leaves home, unless they are simply going around the corner and will return in a few minutes with ice-cream sandwiches.”

― Lemony Snicket, Horseradish: Bitter Truths You Can’t Avoid

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“…We leave our homeland, our property and our friends. We give up the familiar ground that supports our ego, admit the helplessness of ego to control its world and secure itself. We give up our clingings to superiority and self-preservation…It means giving up searching for a home, becoming a refugee, a lonely person who must depend on himself…Fundamentally, no one can help us. If we seek to relieve our loneliness, we will be distracted from the path. Instead, we must make a relationship with loneliness until it becomes aloneness.”

― Chögyam Trungpa, The Myth of Freedom and the Way of Meditation

You are the gull, Jo, strong and wild, fond of the storm and the wind, flying far out to sea, and happy all alone.”

― Louisa May Alcott, Little Women

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“Today, Aaron decided, he would begin to grieve in earnest. He would walk the lonely beach, mocked by gulls, uncaring, his every step a stately rebuke to the malign forces that had blighted his fate. His was the tragedy of a man who couldn’t have his own way, and he intended to make known his anguish in the solemn solitude that only a stretch of sand, a suspiring sea, and a beetling cliff could provide.”

― Joseph Caldwell, The Pig Did It

Try to avoid complaints. Self-pity even when legitimate never fails to undermine your strength.

― Mariane Pearl

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“When he sat alone in the darkness and cried and was done, all done with it, nothing had changed. His leg still hurt, it was still dark, he was still alone and the self-pity had accomplished nothing.”

― Gary Paulsen, Hatchet

A tiger does not have to proclaim its tigritude.

NIGERIAN.

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“Do I dare disturb the universe?

Yes, I do, I do. I think.

Jerry suddenly understood the poster–the solitary man on the beach standing upright and alone and unafraid, poised at the moment of making himself heard and known in the world, the universe.”

― Robert Cormier, The Chocolate War

One strain could call up the quivering expectancy of Christmas Eve, childhood, joy and sadness, the lonely wonder of a star.

― Maud Hart Lovelace, Betsy Was a Junior.

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“I am not alone at all, I thought. I was never alone at all. And that, of course, is the message of Christmas. We are never alone. Not when the night is darkest, the wind coldest, the world seemingly most indifferent. For this is still the time God chooses.”

― Taylor Caldwell

Don’t make me laugh, I’d much rather cry.

― Ellen Hopkins, Identical

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“Even here is something sad and terrible. But the impression is fleeting, and serves only to give a greater acuteness to the enjoyment of the moment. It is like the sadness which you may see in the jester’s eyes when a merry company is laughing at his sallies; his lips smile and his jokes are gayer because in that communion of laughter he find himself more intolerably alone.”

― W. Somerset Maugham, The Moon and Sixpence

Where your pleasure is, there is your treasure: where your treasure, there your heart; where your heart, there your happiness.

― Saint Augustine of Hippo

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By all means use sometimes to be alone. 
Salute thyself : see what thy soul doth wear. 
Dare to look in thy chest for 'tis thine own, 
And tumble up and down what thou findest there. 
Who cannot rest till he good fellows finde, 
He breaks up house, turns out of doors his minde. 

George Herbert.