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We know no mithridatum of despair as drunks

ERN MALLEY

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As we became subjects of King Alcohol, shivering denizens of his mad realm, the chilling vapour that is loneliness settled down. It thickened, ever becoming blacker. Some of us sought out sordid places, hoping to find understanding companionship and approval. Momentarily we did — then would come oblivion and the awful awakening to face the hideous Four Horsemen — Terror, Bewilderment, Frustration, Despair.

ALCOHOLICS ANONYMOUS, The Big Book

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Those colorful denizens of male despair, the Bowery bum and the rail-riding hobo, have been replaced by the bag lady and the welfare mother. Women have even taken over Skid Row

Florence King

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“Before that I had one day’s work in The Bowery Boys Go To Africa. I played Tarzan. The Bowery Boys were about to take Jane back to civilization, and I discouraged them from doing that.”

 Clint Walker

To select well among old things, is almost equal to inventing new ones.

Nicholas Charles Trublet

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When life knocks you to your knees, and it will, why, get up! If it knocks you to your knees again, as it will, well, isn`t that the best position from which to pray?”

― Ethel Barrymore

Gods, if they’re neglected, tend to fall asleep, but they never really go away. ”

― Nancy Farmer, The Islands of the Blessed

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“A nice pickle they were all in now: all neatly tied up in sacks, with three angry trolls (and two with burns and bashes to remember) sitting by them, arguing whether they should roast them slowly, or mince them fine and boil them, or just sit on them one by one and squash them into jelly.”

― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Hobbit

Genius is not a gift, but the way a person invents in desperate circumstances.”

― Jean-Paul Sartre

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“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.”

― John Banville, The Sea

Like everything else in his life, he crashed forward, caution the first casualty.”

― Neal Shusterman, Full Tilt

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“When you put fear behind the wheel, you’re bound to crash, but when you drive in faith the ride will be rough, but preceding into a journey of your lifetime.”
― Anthony Liccione

The world is round and the place which may seem like the end may also be only the beginning.

~Ivy Baker Priest

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“The worst isn’t the last thing about the world. It’s the next to the last thing. The last thing is the best. It’s the power from on high that comes down into the world, that wells up from the rock-bottom worst of the world like a hidden spring. Can you believe it? The last, best thing is the laughing deep in the hearts of the saints, sometimes our hearts even. Yes. You are terribly loved and forgiven. Yes. You are healed. All is well.”
― Frederick Buechner, The Final Beast

This is a handy cove, and a pleasant sittyated grog-shop. Much company, mate?”

― Robert Louis Stevenson, Treasure Island

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“There is a point when the anguished soul finally despairs.  A moment in life when the heart, the will, even the spirit crumbles.  Some say that after much grief and drowning in tears, it is possible to pick up the pieces and carefully repair what was shattered. I say nay.  For the chains of despair have no key, and the soul destroyed by that monster can never hope to be unaffected.  There are things done that cannot be undone.”
― Richelle E. Goodrich

The Lorax: Which way does a tree fall? The Once-ler: Uh, down? The Lorax: A tree falls the way it leans. Be careful which way you lean.” ― Dr. Seuss, The Lorax

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TREE

I am the tree

the lean hard hungry land

the crow and eagle

sun and moon and sea

I am the sacred clay

which forms the base

the grasses vines and man

I am all things created

I am you and

you are nothing

but through me the tree

you are

and nothing comes to me

except through that one living gateway

to be free

and you are nothing yet

for all creation

earth and God and man

is nothing

until they fuse

and become a total sum of something

together fuse to consciousness of all

and every sacred part aware

alive

in true affinity

– Kevin Gilbert

In a futile attempt to erase our past, we deprive the community of our healing gift. If we conceal our wounds out of fear and shame, our inner darkness can neither be illuminated nor become a light for others.

― Brennan Manning, Abba’s Child: The Cry of the Heart for Intimate Belonging

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THE DEVIL OF THE PICNIC TREE

If seen from treetop level
the world is far enough away to kill you
with a fall. Be more careful than the bird.
Let the sky that is low yet as high in its flight still  
     you
with its colours, treeleaf-green, earthen-ware, and the  
     devil
in the wind go by. Trust in the tree you heard;
and you heard it then. It holds me like an arm
in the same limb that holds you; I have been sent to save
     you
for the climbs that are mine, and it is the world I
     climb,
and all my pitfall ages, having survived
the devil of the picnic tree. The climbing is nearly
     over,
but I am assigned to be here to see that you
stay up, go on; else what shall I do with my shadow?
Even the falling shadows are ours from the picnic tree.
(The Weekend Australian Review, July 1, 2000)

DAVID ROWBOTHAM

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I am coming to terms with the fact that loving someone requires a leap of faith, and that a soft landing is never guaranteed.

― Sarah Dessen, This Lullaby

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“I am the kid who sticks her finger in the light socket. I am the person who doesn’t check the expiration date on the milk. I am the idiot who has never looked before she leaped. I am the girl who is falling apart, right now.”

― Amy Garvey, Cold Kiss

Here I am trying to live, or rather, I am trying to teach the death within me how to live. ― Jean Cocteau

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“It’s probably weird to think about an addiction like it’s a sentient being, but that’s how it feels. Like it’s something living inside you. Something you can’t get rid of because killing it means killing you.”

― Ellen Hopkins, Identical

The way sadness works is one of the strangest riddles of the world.

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

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“I hope no one who reads this book has been quite as miserable as Susan and Lucy were that night; but if you have been – if you’ve been up all night and cried till you have no more tears left in you – you will know that there comes in the end a sort of quietness. You feel as if nothing is ever going to happen again.”

― C.S. Lewis, The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe

He didn’t know what was defeating him, but he sensed it was something he could not cope with, something that was far beyond his power to control or even at this point in time comprehend.

Hubert Selby Jr., Requiem for a Dream

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“I feel just, you know, defeated. ”

Nic Sheff, Tweak: Growing Up On Methamphetamines

He that hath no rule over his own spirit is like a city that is broken down, and without walls. Proverbs 25:28

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Heat in a Room

Jill Jones

And days draft me, breathing extinction
my skin a chassis of orange

As for the car, it shimmers into the raging sunset
then sort of erupts

(a kind of persistent hope that nobody gets caught)

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Take it easy, you’ll speed better.

"A collection of Gaelic proverbs and familiar phrases : based on Macintosh’s collection"

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At Ease

Most wounds can Time repair;
But some are mortal  – these:
For a broken heart there is no balm,

No cure for a heart at ease –
At ease, but cold as stone,
Though the intellect spin on,
And the feat and practiced face may show

Nought of the life that is gone;
But smiles, as by habit taught;
And sighs, as by custom led;

And the soul within is safe from damnation,
Since it is dead.
Walter de la Mare

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The rock that resists a crow-bar gives way to the roots of a tender plant. Tamil.

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"There be four things which are little upon the earth, but they are exceeding wise: The ants are a people not strong, yet they prepare their meat in the summer; The conies are but a feeble folk, yet make they their houses in the rocks; The locusts have no king, yet go they forth all of them by bands; The spider taketh hold with her hands, and is in kings’ palaces."

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