Century Quote by Charles Bukowski

She was like me in lineaments-- her eyes Her hair, her features, all, to the very tone Even of her voice, they said were…

— Anonymous

“Just when I despaired -- she was there, filling me as a melody fills a cottage. I was with her, running beside the Acis…

— Gene Wolfe

I felt ravaged, and with both hands in a fantasy I reached out for her figure as we ran together through the meadow which…

— Anne Rice

“and I looked and looked at her, and knew as clearly as I know I am to die, that I loved her more than…

— Vladimir Nabokov

“And who would not risk its terrors to gain its raptures? Ah, what raptures they were! The mere recollection thrills you. How delicious it…

— Jerome K. Jerome

One evening I sat Beauty on my knees – And I found her bitter – And I reviled her.

— Arthur Rimbaud

My verses, I cannot say poems. . . . I was following in the exquisite footsteps of Miss Millay, unhappily in my own horrible sneakers.

— Dorothy Parker

And could I look upon her without compassion, seeing her punishment in the ruin she was, in her profound unfitness for this earth on…

— Charles Dickens

“Only after something is done do we truly realise it cannot be undone. Never had a night seemed to me so ill-omened; never had…

— Yasmina Khadra

“I remember talking once on this subject to one of the most beautiful personalities I have ever known: a woman, whose sympathy and noble…

— Oscar Wilde

“She had wept until she was scrapped raw inside, empty but for the leaden weight of every memory of the life she had left,…

— Kali Wallace

The gentle sound of her words became the shushing of my blood in my head, and I listened, hovering on the edge of consciousness,…

— Kim Harrison