“An invention is a responsibility of the individual, society cannot invent, it can only applaud the invention and inventor.”
“We might be all alone in the world, en effet, but that doesn t mean we have to be lonely.”
“Alone From childhood’s hour I have not been As others were—I have not seen As others saw—I could not bring My passions from a common spring— From the same source I have not taken My sorrow—I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone— And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone— Then—in my childhood—in the dawn Of a most stormy life—was drawn From ev’ry depth of good and ill The mystery which binds me still— From the torrent, or the fountain— From the red cliff of the mountain— From the sun that ’round me roll’d In its autumn tint of gold— From the lightning in the sky As it pass’d me flying by— From the thunder, and the storm— And the cloud that took the form (When the rest of Heaven was blue) Of a demon in my view—”
“There are vast areas of stubbornness and ignorance the Holy Spirit has to reveal in each of us, but it can only be done when Jesus gets us alone...Jesus cannot teach us anything until we quiet all our intellectual questions and get alone with Him.”
“I would rather walk alone in light than with many in the darkness.”
“people need me. I fill them. if they can t see me for awhile the get desperate, they get sick. but if I see them too often I get sick. it s hard to feed without getting fed.”
“We are not lonely, because we chose to be alone. We are not lost, because we chose to disappear.”
“I suppose you come in here often, then,” I say, half teasing. “Bringing your maids and admirers?” Magiano frowns at that. He shakes his head. “You think I’m bedding every maid I speak to?” he says and shrugs. “Flattered, Your Majesty. But you are very wrong.” “So, what you’re telling me is that you come to this secret space alone?” He tilts his head in a flirtatious way. “What’s wrong with a thief wanting a little private time now and then?” He comes closer. His breath warms my skin like the fog that hovers over the water. “Of course, here you are. I suppose I’m not alone, after all.”
“Everyone’s alone—or so it seems to me. They make noises, and think they are talking to each other; They make faces, and think they understand each other, And I’m sure they don’t. Is that delusion? Can we only love Something created in our own imaginations?”
“My loneliness was an important part of my own little universe, not some pathological disease that needs to be gotten [sic] rid of.”
“Your poetry is lonely. And yet, you write to feel less alone”
“hold company with yourself so sacred that even when you are alone, you are whole.”
“I lost my voice and my best friend too On swift, fierce winds and wings of blue, The cold rain fell where beams had shone, So I wrapped up tight and safe. Alone. But I missed my friend, I missed my voice, And my heart still whispered of another choice To break out of my binding, safe, and warm, And see what the world looked like after the storm. So I struggled free and was greeted by Colorful brushstrokes across the sky, The melody of the summer breeze And blue wings like mine in hazel trees. On the soft, sweet air of the mountain glade, We gathered together in cool, green shade, And told our stories, beginnings to ends, And found our song in the hearts of new friends.”
“Take this treasure, Leave one of your own, And remember this truth: You are not alone.”
“When you want to be alone, even few people around you will seem like a tremendous crowd to you!”
“She used to think alone was the answer. Alone would stop the whispers and the taunts. Alone couldn t get her into any more trouble. Alone meant not getting hurt. Now, she d give anything to see another human being. To hear someone call her name”
“I can’t cure anyone. I can’t guarantee they will heal. I can only tell them my story, remind them that they are not alone in their journey and offer a glimmer of hope for healing.”