Iam Alone Quotes

Iam a sensitive, introverted woman, which means that I love humanity but actual human beings are tricky for me. I love people but not in person. For example, I would die for you but not, like…meet you for coffee. I became a writer so I could stay at home alone in my pajamas, reading and writing about the importance of human connection and community. It is an almost perfect existence. Except that every so often, while I’m thinking my thoughts, writing my words, living in my favorite spot—which is deep inside my own head—something stunning happens: A sirenlike noise tears through my home. I freeze. It takes me a solid minute to understand: The siren is the doorbell. A person is ringing my doorbell. I run out of my office to find my children also stunned, frozen, and waiting for direction about how to respond to this imminent home invasion. We stare at each other, count bodies, and collectively cycle through the five stages of doorbell grief: Denial: This cannot be happening. ALL OF THE PEOPLE ALLOWED TO BE IN THIS HOUSE ARE ALREADY IN THIS HOUSE. Maybe it was the TV. IS THE TV ON? Anger: WHO DOES THIS? WHAT KIND OF BOUNDARYLESS AGGRESSOR RINGS SOMEONE’S DOORBELL IN BROAD DAYLIGHT? Bargaining: Don’t move, don’t breathe—maybe they’ll go away. Depression: Why? Why us? Why anyone? Why is life so hard? Acceptance: Damnit to hell. You—the little one—we volunteer you. Put on some pants, act normal, and answer the door. It’s dramatic, but the door always gets answered. If the kids aren’t home, I’ll even answer it myself. Is this because I remember that adulting requires door answering? Of course not. I answer the door because of the sliver of hope in my heart that if I open the door, there might be a package waiting for me. A package!

it stands behind me like a boneless ghost and depends on me alone to lend it my flesh.

I wouldn’t have gone if he’d made me. But it was different, deciding myself. It made staying too easy. It took the...the rebelliousness out of it.' Peter nodded. 'It’s easy to take the opposite path from the one you’re directed to,' he said. 'It’s much harder to find the right path alone.

Envision yourself at the beginning of the labyrinth. First, you must be willing to enter. If you are not ready to forgive and let go, you have a choice to not enter the labyrinth. This exercise only has power if you say yes by your own free will, and by your own will alone will you be able to engage in this exercise. If you choose to enter, this is the action of saying, "Yes, Iam ready to forgive and take responsibility for my own will.

Iam writing this under an appreciable mental strain, since by tonight I shall be no more. Penniless, and at the end of my supply of the drug which alone makes life endurable, I can bear the torture no longer; and shall cast myself from this garret window into the squalid street below. Do not think from my slavery to morphine that I am a weakling or a degenerate. When you have read these hastily scrawled pages you may guess, though never fully realise, why it is that I must have forgetfulness or death.

I/am alone in my moments, but am seeking more. To be fuller./To be more full. Full of all of the stories and despairs. Full of/the horrors we are all capable of. We are also full of horror./The real horror is when you think you are the only one, alone.

Toti formam triunghiuri, i-am zis. O pereche e doar un triunghi incomplet, un unghi solitar, o figura trunchiata. Norman Mailer a scris ca perechea moderna e formata dintr-un barbat, o femeie si un psihiatru. Spune-mi ce crezi despre ideea mea: toti formam triunghiuri. Ne ramane doar sa descoperim care sunt. Care? - Ei bine, tu si cu mine si cu sotia ta suntem unul. Sotul meu tu si cu mine suntem altul. Asta e prea evident. Trebuie sa fie altceva mai excitant, mai secret... M-a privit ca si cum s-ar fi stapanit, ca si cum i-ar fi placut ideea mea, dar in acelasi timp ar fi respins-o deocamdata... Si am simtit (ori asa am vrut sa-mi inchipui) ca lucrurile nu se lamurisera cu totul, ca era ceva excitant in ideea de a avea, fiecare, amantul sau, dar ca era ceva mult mai ispititor in a imparti chiar acelasi asternut cu o a treia persoana, barbat sau femeie, nu conta. Sau alternand, o femeie pentru ea si pentru mine intr-o noapte, un barbat pentru amandoi, in alta... Ne aflam in perioada romantica. Am revenit rapid la plenitudinea perechii pe care o formam fara nevoia de completari. Si ne-am intors, mai departe, dar in urma, la un sentiment adorabil pe care ea l-a exprimat. - Ma intristeaza ideea perechilor care se pierd. - Nu te inteleg. - Cum nu, perechile care ar fi putut sa fie, dar nu au reusit, les couples qui se ratent, cuplurile care se rateaza, intelegi, cei care trec unul pe langa altul ca niste vapoare in noapte. Asta ma mahneste tare mult. Iti dai seama cat de des se intampla asa ceva, cu ce frecventa? - Tot timpul, i-am spus, mangaind-o pe crestetul capului sprijinit de pieptuil meu. E foarte normal. - Ce fericiti suntem, iubitul meu, ce norocosi... - Desole, dar suntem destul de normali. - Desole.

What good is it to be a priest if not to perform such a ceremony?” I gave them my blessing. By a waterfall near the road side, I had them join hands and bound them together with sprigs of heather. “In marriage, we see Iam’s plan that man should not be alone, that he should have a help-mate, but in all things man and woman are not alone in the binding, bow now and ask the Lord to be apart of your marriage; as the Lord is the head of the church, and the church protects and fellowships with its people, so it is with the sanctity of marriage. This covenant may not be broken until the Day of Days when all are united as one in Christ. If this covenant is true say Amen.” “Amen” “This day you are one.

Iam closer to who I want to be when I am alone lately.