I drive around the streetsan inch away from weepingashamed of my sentimentality andpossible love.
Famous Quotes from Charles Bukowski
alone with everybodythe flesh covers the boneand they put a mindin there andsometimes a souland the women breakvases against the wallsand them men drink toomuchand nobody finds theonebut they keeplookingcrawling in and outof beds.flesh coversthe bone and theflesh searchesfor more thanflesh.theres no chanceat allwe are all trappedby a singularfate.nobody ever findsthe one.the city dumps fillthe junkyards fillthe madhouses fillthe hospitals fillthe graveyards fillnothing elsefills.
my mother poor fishwanting to be happy beaten two or three times aweek telling me to be happy Henry smilewhy dont you ever smileand then she would smile to show me how and it was thesaddest smile I ever saw
and when love came to us twice and lied to us twice we decided to never love again that was fair fair to us and fair to love itself. we ask for no mercy or no miracles we are strong enough to live and to die and to kill flies attend the boxing matches go to the racetrack live on luck and skill get alone get alone often and if you cant sleep alone be careful of the words you speak in your sleep and ask for no mercy no miracles and dont forget time is meant to be wasted love failsand death is useless.
some moments are nice some arenicer some are even worthwritingabout.
Love is a form of prejudice. You love what you need you love what makes you feel good you love what is convenient. How can you say you love one person when there are ten thousand people in the world that you would love more if you ever met them But youll never meet them. All right so we do the best we can. Granted. But we must still realize that love is just the result of a chance encounter. Most people make too much of it. On these grounds a good fuck is not to be entirely scorned. But thats the result of a chance meeting too. Youre damned right. Drink up. Well have another.
Find what you love and let it kill you.
I loved you like a man loves a woman he never touches only writes to keeps little photographs of.
My dearFind what you love and let it kill you.Let it drain you of your all. Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness.Let it kill you and let it devour your remains.For all things will kill you both slowly and fastly but its much better to be killed by a lover. Falsely yours