62 Henry Rollins Quotes On Loneliness And success

Loneliness adds beauty to life. It puts a special burn on sunsets and makes night air smell better.

It’s sad when someone you know becomes someone you knew.

Keep your blood clean, your body lean, and your mind sharp.

Weakness is what brings ignorance, cheapness, racism, homophobia, desperation, cruelty, brutality, all these things that will keep a society chained to the ground, one foot nailed to the floor.

We all learn lessons in life. Some stick, some don’t. I have always learned more from rejection and failure than from acceptance and success.

I believe that one defines oneself by reinvention. To not be like your parents. To not be like your friends. To be yourself. To cut yourself out of stone.

Don’t do anything by half. If you love someone, love them with all your soul. When you go to work, work your ass off. When you hate someone, hate them until it hurts.

Yes, I guess you could say I am a loner, but I feel more lonely in a crowed room with boring people than I feel on my own.

‘SMiLE’ is perhaps the Beach Boys’ most legendary album. It was recorded in 1966 and 1967 but only saw a formal release in 2011. That’s a long time to wait for what was said to be Brian Wilson’s masterpiece.

Creating problems is easy. We do it all the time. Finding solutions, ones that last and produce good results, requires guts and care.

It took me until my teenage years to realize that I was medicating with music. I was pushing back against my stupid school uniform, instructors who called me by my last name and my classmates, who, while friendly enough, were not at all inspiring.

I am on until I am dead, like a light bulb.

I have come to the conclusion that it’s a waste of time to have too much pride in anything. Perhaps it’s good to have a sense of duty, a jealous zeal to protect or improve, but pride ultimately is only that which stands vulnerable to offense and degradation.

I spend several days at a time without enough sleep. At first, normal activities become annoying. When you are too tired to eat, you really need some sleep. A few days later, things become strange. Loud noises become louder and more startling, familiar sounds become unfamiliar, and life reinvents itself as a surrealist dream.

So I’m more at home with my backpack, sleeping in a hotel room or on a bus or on an airplane, than I am necessarily on a bed. It’s weird being here. It feels like I’m standing next to my real life.

I think that humans have a huge capacity to carry pain and sadness. There are things that haunt us our entire lives; we are unable to let them go. The good times seem almost effervescent and dreamlike in comparison with the times that didn’t go so well.

Questioning anything and everything, to me, is punk rock.

My motto is, ‘Never quit.’

When a young non-white male is stopped and searched at the whim of a police officer, his idea of personal space, privacy and self esteem are shattered, to say nothing of his Fourth and Fourteenth Amendment protections. The damage goes deep quickly and stays. Stop & frisk, as well as a tactic, is also an incitement.

You need a little bit of insanity to do great things.

I just travel the world with my backpack and my cameras and a bunch of Clif bars.

Everything I do, writing, touring, travelling, it all comes from the punk and hardcore attitude, from that expression – from being open to try things but relying on yourself, taking what you have into the battle and making of it what you will, hoping you can figure it out as you go. Make some sense of it.

If I had to live my life in anticipation of what others thought of me, little would get done.

I like boring black and white films with subtitles. I’m basically a drip.

My optimism wears heavy boots and is loud.

The only difference between me and others is that they think they can change something with cute little poems, nice cards or embracing trees and being nice to little lapdogs.

My laptop seems to know where I am, even if I don’t. My cellphone asks me if I want directions to anywhere from the spot I am standing in. I buy a record online and Amazon.com sends me letters, telling me that people who bought what I bought also bought these other records.

We know that in September, we will wander through the warm winds of summer’s wreckage. We will welcome summer’s ghost.

I don’t think you’ll ever have a perfect world because we humans are prone to error, and so we’re always in search of an upgrade.

Spring and fall, those are very inspiring times of the year for me.

If I lose the light of the sun, I will write by candlelight, moonlight, no light, If I lose paper and ink, I will write in blood on forgotten walls. I will write always. I will capture nights all over the world and bring them to you.

Some people see Black Friday as a much-needed break for their wallet. I see it as retail outlets showing the customers the full weight of their contempt. The frenzy to buy cheap crap from China, the human downgrade of people fighting with each other over items they can probably live without, to me, is an insult.

Consumerism is at once the engine of America and simultaneously one of the most revealing indicators of our collective shallowness.

For many years, I tried to make New Year’s resolutions. I made lists and shot for great heights: I would show altruism and exert moral strength, patience and all those other great attributes.

South Sudan is one of the most hard-put places in the world.

The public library system of the United States is worth preserving.

August in sub-Saharan Los Angeles is one of the great and awful tests of one’s endurance, sanity and stamina.

Sometimes the truth hurts. And sometimes it feels real good.

Voting is completely important. People in America think democracy is a given. I think of it as an ecosystem, and what gets in the way of it is politicians and apathy.

As so much music is listened to via MP3 download, many will never experience the joy of analog playback, and for them, I feel sorry. They are missing out.

Why do you think the old stories tell of men who set out on great journeys to impress the gods? Because trying to impress people just isn’t worth the time and effort.

Football is at least as ‘gay’ as rugby, Greco-Roman wrestling and the film ‘300.’

Everyone who knows me knows that I’m a hopeless romantic who listens to love ballads and doo-wop songs all the time.

The blues is losing someone you love and not having enough money to immerse yourself in drink.

I’m pessimistic. I don’t think that justice always gets the right person.

The truth is an anti-war statement in itself.

Before the Civil War, the Southern states were selling a lot of cotton to England and didn’t seem to mind British occupation. By and large, the Revolutionary War wasn’t at all great for business.

I think more tolerance, more people having more access to a chance to be literate, and a chance to stay healthy makes for a more peaceful planet.

The only thing about sanctions is that, like a lot of drone strikes, there are countless unintended victims. Cutting off aid to Uganda only increases the pain there.

The GOP grows more and more unpopular with female voters seemingly every time one of its leaders gets in front of a microphone. Misogynist is as misogynist does. The GOP and its bloviating pundits don’t like women and they are unable to hide it, nor do they seem to make much attempt to do so.

I wonder what it’s like to be from a state that is spread across a few islands way out in the Pacific Ocean, only added to the United States in 1959. Not only that but to be the birthplace of America’s first black president? Pretty cool, I bet.

The kid who throws his spaghetti from the high chair onto his father’s face, he’s pushing back. He’s sticking it to the man as he sees it. I like that. So that is punk.

Have you ever heard the expression ‘one hot mess?’ I think the term was custom-made for the mayor of Toronto, Rob Ford.

If the Constitution was a movie, the Preamble would be the trailer, the First Amendment the establishing shot, the 13th the crowd pleaser and the 14th the ultimate hero scene.

Technically speaking, there is no music whatsoever on a CD. Lots of information, but no music.

I find it takes a lot of strength to endure myself.

There is not one single police officer in America that I am not afraid of and not one that I would trust to tell the truth or obey the laws they are sworn to uphold. I do not believe they protect me in any way.

In winter, I plot and plan. In spring, I move.

I don’t want to pass through life like a smooth plane ride.

Musicians should not play music. Music should play musicians.

Now and then, someone is able to look at an empty space, conclude it would be a great place to start a revolution, and bravely go forward.

Early spring is the time for vigorous change, a preparation for the heat-driven oppression that is to come.

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