Nov 24, 2005 23:36
Nathaniel Hawthorne once wrote: No man, for any considerable period, can wear one face to himself and another to the multitude, without finally getting bewildered as to which may be the true.
Tennessee Williams once wrote…When so many are lonely…as seem to be lonely, it would be inexcusably selfish…to be lonely alone.
Charles Bukowski once wrote: There will always be something to ruin our lives. It all depends on what or which finds us first. You're always ripe and ready to be taken.
Stephen King once wrote: 'Time takes it all whether you want it to or not. Time takes it all. Time bears it away...and in the end...There is only darkness and sometime we lose them there again.'
Joseph Conread once wrote: 'Who knows what true happiness is, not the conventional word but the naked terror. To the lonely themselves, that wears a mask the most miserable outcast hugs some memory or some illusion.
Tennessee Williams once wrote: We all live in a house of fire. No fire department to call. No way out. Just the upstairs window to look out of while the fire burns down the house...with us trapped, locked in it.
Henry David Thoueau once wrote: Live each season as it passes; breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit and resign yourself to the influences of each.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow wrote: ‘All are architects of fate so look not mournfully into the past. It comes not back again.’
Ralph Waldo Emerson once wrote: There is no privacy that cannot be penetrated. No secret can be kept in the civilized world. Society is a masked ball where everyone hides his real character, then reveals it by hiding.
Out of the night that covers me, black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be for my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance my head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tears looms but the Horror of the shade, and yet the menace of the years finds, and shall find, me unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate, how charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul. ~ William Ernest Henley - Invictus