Quote by Charles Bukowski Download Open image ““Crear arte significa estar terriblemente solo para siempre.”” — Charles Bukowski ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.0 out of 5 (4 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“A arte serve de fuga para a sensilidade que a acção teve de esquecer.” — Fernando Pessoa Copy Share Image
“Para criaturas pequenas como nós, a vastidão só é suportável através do amor.” — Carl Sagan Copy Share Image
“(...) El arte necesita nostalgia. No se puede ser artista si no se ha perdido algo.” — Alejandro Dolina Copy Share Image
“El arte no es posible si no baila como pareja de la muerte, decía.” — Kurt Vonnegut Copy Share Image
“He muerto demasiadas veces. Ya no creo en la voluntad, sólo en la inspiración.” — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“Se as pessoas não gostaseem de olhar para coisas atraentes, a arte não existiria.” — Nora Roberts Copy Share Image
“Dios ha muerto, el arte dejó de existir, la historia ha llegado a su fin, y yo mismo no me siento del todo bien.” — Umberto Eco Copy Share Image
“Muitos acabam presos, mas não é assim que acaba toda a arte? Numa prisão? Se a deixassem viver, não estaríamos a falar de arte,… — Afonso Cruz 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
