“my beerdrunk soul is sadder than all the dead christmas trees of the world.”
Charles Bukowski (1920–1994) American writer
“my beerdrunk soul is sadder than all the dead christmas trees of the world.”
Charles Bukowski (1920–1994) American writer
Jean Baudrillard (1929–2007) French sociologist and philosopher
New York (p. 15)
1980s, America (1986)
Context: Yet there is a certain solitude like no other - that of the man preparing his meal in public on a wall, or on the hood of his car, or along a fence, alone. You see that all the time here. It is the saddest sight in the world. Sadder than destitution, sadder than the beggar is the man who eats alone in public. Nothing more contradicts the laws of man or beast, for animals always do each other the honour of sharing or disputing each other’s food. He who eats alone is dead (but not he who drinks alone. Why is this?).
Robert Seymour Bridges (1844–1930) British writer
Awake, My Heart, to Be Loved http://www.poemhunter.com/p/m/poem.asp?poet=6639&poem=27759, l. 1-3. <br class="br">Poetry
Marilyn vos Savant (1946) US American magazine columnist, author and lecturer
As quoted in What Type Am I? : Discover Who You Really Are (1998) by Renee Baron, p. 110
Halford E. Luccock (1885–1960) American Methodist minister
Whoops! It's Christmas (1959)
“Christians, awake! salute the happy morn,
Whereon the Saviour of mankind was born.”
John Byrom (1692–1763) Poet, inventor of a shorthand system
A Hymn for Christmas Day (1750)
“When did morning ever break,
And find such beaming eyes awake?”
Thomas Moore (1779–1852) Irish poet, singer and songwriter
Fly not yet.
Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919)