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Frankly, I was horrified by life, at what a man had to do simply in order to eat, sleep, and keep himself clothed. So I stayed in bed and drank. When you drank the world was still out there, but for the moment it didn’t have you by the throat. ↗

— Charles Bukowski

#bukowski #life

There was nothing glorious about the life of a drinker or the life of a writer. ↗

— Charles Bukowski

#writers #life

من لم يتحرر من الاكراه في صورتيه: اكراه الاخر والخضوع للاخر، لايستطيع فهم هذا الدين وتمثيله ↗

— حنان اللحام

#life #mohammed #religion #religious #wisdom

At first the music almost repelled me, it was so intense, and this man made no attempt to sugarcoat what he was trying to say, or play. It was hard-core, more than anything I had ever heard. After a few listenings I realized that, on some level, I had found the master, and that following this man's example would be my life's work. ↗

— Eric Clapton

#music #robert-johnson #life

Every hidden cell is throbbing with music and life, every fiber thrilling like harp strings. ↗

— John Muir

#fiber #harp #harp-strings #john-muir #life

We want ecstasy as a way of life, not a liver-poisoning alcoholiday from it. ↗

— CrimethInc.

#ecstasy #sobriety #life

Sorry," he said, kissing me lightly once more and brushing my hair from my face. I'd never seen a less sorry person in my life. ↗

— Annabel Monaghan

#digit #john-bennet #life

The Self says ‘I AM’–as in the very grand sayings of Christ, especially in the Gospel of John, in which he says in the state of onenenss with Yahweh (which in Hebrew means ‘I AM’), I AM is the way and the truth and the life–but the ego says ‘I am this’ or ‘I am that,’ thus attaching itself only to a small portion of the Vastness. (62) ↗

— Ravi Ravindra

#ego #gospel-of-john #oneness #self #life

Here (Poland), we have more winter than summer, more ice than sunshine; and Vodka is nothing but melted ice. Every nation drinks in this way: the Italians and the French drink the gold of melted sunshine, we the ice. That’s why a Pole glides through life as if on skates, and that is why he often staggers, for he finds it slippery. The Pole’s sorrow is so hot that he finds in necessary to cool it with vodka, the sorrow of other nations, the sorrow of other nations is so cold so they have to fuel it with wine ↗

— Karol Makuszynski

#poland #life

Those unexpected morality lessons provided by the trip had jolted me into some kind of action. It was time to jettison the past before the present jettisoned me. This was my first veiled attempt at recovery. Although perhaps I was just running away again. I returned to Glasgow, planning to say a final goodbye to Anne and get out of her life, but ended up drinking with buddies in the Chip Bar and never seeing her. I called her instead to say I was moving to London and told her she could have the house and everything else we owned, which wasn't much. I think she was as relieved as I was that I was leaving town for good. ↗

— Craig Ferguson

#divorce #goodbye #life