Flesh Quote by Charles Bukowski Download Open image “My flesh looked like it wasn't trying. It looked like it hated being part of me.” — Charles Bukowski ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.5 out of 5 (10 ratings) Copy quoteShare Flesh Hated Trying
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It felt as if my body was, like, literally betraying me because I went from a very athletic, straight-up-and-down little kid to a very… — Chaz Bono Copy Share Image
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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
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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
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“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
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I hold flesh-food to be unsuited to our species. We err in copying the lower animal world if we are superior to it. — Mahatma Gandhi Copy Share Image
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For fear of causing terror to living beings, Mahamati, let the Bodhisattva who is disciplining himself to attain compassion, refrain from eating flesh. — Gautama Buddha Copy Share Image
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