“the worst thing," he told me, "is bitterness, people end up so bitter.” — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“you shoulda known the entirety of the trap, a**hole, love means eventual pain victory means eventual defeat grace means eventual slovenliness, there's… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“Trapped don't undress my love you might find a mannequin: don't undress the mannequin you might find my love. she's long ago… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“not being able to love fully they will believe your love incomplete and then they will hate you and their hatred will… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“The Genius Of The Crowd there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average human being to supply any given army… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I will remember the kisses, our lips raw with love, and how you gave me everything you had and how I offered… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
If there are junk yards in hell, love is the dog that guards the gates. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“out of the arms... out of the arms of one love and into the arms of another I have been saved from… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Fay had a spot of blood on the left side of her mouth and I took a wet cloth and wiped it… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
People in love often become edgy, dangerous. They lose their sense of perspective. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
People don't need love. What they need is success in one form or another. It can be love but it needn't be. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“I was sentimental about many things: a woman’s shoes under the bed; one hairpin left behind on the dresser; the way they… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“I know a woman who keeps buying puzzles chinese puzzles blocks wires pieces that finally fit into some order. she works it… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“I’m sorry, I said, I’m really sorry. I stood up in a cafe and screamed I’m in love, and now you’ve made… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
A woman must be nursed into subsistence by love, where a man can become stronger by being hated." - from 'Cows in… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average human being to supply any given army on any given day and… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
And don't forget: time is meant to be wasted, love fails and death is useless. — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“she slammed the door and was gone. I looked at the closed door and at the doorknob and strangely I didn't feel… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Human relationships are strange. I mean, you are with one person a while, eating and sleeping and living with them, loving them,… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“Yes Yes when God created love he didn't help most when God created dogs He didn't help dogs when God created plants… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“sometimes when everything seems at its worst when all conspires and gnaws and the hours, days, weeks years seem wasted – stretched there upon… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
well, death says, as he walks by, I'm going to get you anyhow no matter what you've been: writer, cab-driver, pimp, butcher, sky-diver, I'm… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“There is only one place to write and that is alone at a typewriter. A writer who has to go into the streets is… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Even the stove and the refrigerator looked human, I mean good human - they seemed to have arms and voices and they said, hang… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“nerves twitching in the sheets -- to face the sunlight again, that's clearly trouble. I like the city better when the neon lights are… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“Their Love Is Average, Seeks Average But There Is Genius In Their Hatred” — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“I climbed the stairway (there was no elevator) and put the key in. The door swung open. Somebody had changed all the furniture around,… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“Strangers when you meet, strangers when you part -a gymnasium of bodies namelessly masturbating each other. People with no morals often considered themselves more… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I like to change liquor stores frequently because the clerks got to know your habits if you went in night and day and bought… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“I was like a turd that drew flies instead of like a flower that butterflies and bees desired. I wanted to live alone,I felt… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
