Love Quotes by Charles Bukowski

Don’t do it. Don’t love me.

— Charles Bukowski

There's nothing unusual about love.

— Charles Bukowski

I was in love again. I was in trouble

— Charles Bukowski

This incompleteness is all we have.

— Charles Bukowski

“I love you but don't know what to do.”

— Charles Bukowski

People do too much. They say too much.

— Charles Bukowski

Love breaks my bones and I laugh

— Charles Bukowski

If you let them kill you, they will

— Charles Bukowski

I hated you when it would have taken less courage to love.

— Charles Bukowski

I'll get back to the whores and the horses and the booze, while there's time.

— Charles Bukowski

I'm going, she said. I love you but you're crazy, you're doomed.

— Charles Bukowski

The free soul is rare, but you know it when you see it

— Charles Bukowski

and love is a word used too much and much too soon.

— Charles Bukowski

love iz a big fat turkey and every day iz thanksgiving

— Charles Bukowski

If there are junk yards in hell, love is the dog that guards the gates.

— Charles Bukowski

there's no clarity. there was never meant to be clarity.

— Charles Bukowski

“sometimes all we need to be able to continue alone are the dead rattling the walls that close us in.”

— Charles Bukowski

I drive around the streets an inch away from weeping, ashamed of my sentimentality and possible love.

— Charles Bukowski

Your parents don't give you much love, do they?' 'I don't need that stuff,' I told her. 'Henry, everybody needs love.' 'I…

— Charles Bukowski

“meat is cut as roses are cut men die as dogs die love dies like dogs die, he said.”

— Charles Bukowski

I will remember the kisses, our lips raw with love, and how you gave me everything you had and how I offered…

— Charles Bukowski

“She had wild eyes, slightly insane. She also carried an overload of compassion that was real enough and which obviously cost her…

— Charles Bukowski

Find what you love and let it kill you. For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly, but it’s much…

— Charles Bukowski

A love like that was a serious illness, an illness from which you never entirely recover.

— Charles Bukowski

When you play the field selfishly everything works against you: one can’t insist on love or demand affection. you’re finally left with…

— Charles Bukowski

Love is kind of like when you see a fog in the morning, when you wake up before the sun comes out.…

— Charles Bukowski

We're all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn't.…

— Charles Bukowski

dont undress my love you might find a mannequin dont undress the mannequin you might find love. shes long ago forgotten me.…

— Charles Bukowski

your letters got sadder. your lovers betrayed you. kid, I wrote back, all lovers betray. it didn't help. you said you had…

— Charles Bukowski

“It felt good not to be part of that sort of thing. I was glad I wasn't in love, that I wasn't…

— Charles Bukowski

I want to let her know though that all the nights sleeping beside her even the useless arguments were things ever splendid…

— Charles Bukowski

“as long as there are human beings about there is never going to be any peace for any individual upon this earth…

— Charles Bukowski

“I loved you like a man loves a woman he never touches, only writes to, keeps little photographs of. I would have…

— Charles Bukowski

“Love is a form of prejudice. You love what you need, you love what makes you feel good, you love what is…

— Charles Bukowski

pull a string, a puppet moves ... each man must realize that it can all disappear very quickly: the cat, the woman,…

— Charles Bukowski

“we are burning like a chicken wing left on the grill of an outdoor barbecue we are unwanted and burning we are…

— Charles Bukowski

“there is a loneliness in this world so great that you can see it in the slow movement of the hands of…

— Charles Bukowski

“I’ve memorized all the fish in the sea I’ve memorized each opportunity strangled and I remember awakening one morning and finding everything…

— Charles Bukowski

“nerves twitching in the sheets -- to face the sunlight again, that's clearly trouble. I like the city better when the neon…

— Charles Bukowski

“The Genius Of The Crowd there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average human being to supply any given army…

— Charles Bukowski