Charles Bukowski Quotes
''“We are like roses that have never bothered to bloom when we should have bloomed and it is as if the sun has become disgusted with waiting”''Charles Bukowski
''“You begin saving the world by saving one man at a time; all else is grandiose romanticism or politics.” ''Charles Bukowski, Women
''“I was drawn to all the wrong things: I liked to drink, I was lazy, I didnt have a god, politics, ideas, ideals. I was settled into nothingness; a kind of non-being, and I accepted it. I didnt make for an interesting person. I didnt want to be interesting, it was too hard. What I really wanted was only a soft, hazy space to live in, and to be left alone.” ''Charles Bukowski
''“What a weary time those years were -- to have the desire and the need to live but not the ability.” ''Charles Bukowski, Ham on Rye
''“unless it comes out ofCharles Bukowski
your soul like a rocket,
unless being still would
drive you to madness or
suicide or murder,
dont do it.
unless the sun inside you is
burning your gut,
dont do it.
when it is truly time,
and if you have been chosen,
it will do it by
itself and it will keep on doing it
until you die or it dies in you.
there is no other way.
and there never was.” ''
''“I went to the worst of bars hoping to get killed but all I could do was to get drunk again.” ''Charles Bukowski
''“she was consumed by 3 simple things:Charles Bukowski, The People Look Like Flowers at Last
drink, despair, loneliness; and 2 more:
youth and beauty” ''
''“great writers are indecent peopleCharles Bukowski, The People Look Like Flowers at Last
they live unfairly
saving the best part for paper.
good human beings save the world
so that bastards like me can keep creating art,
if you read this after I am dead
it means I made it.”''
''“It was like the beginning of life and laughter. It was the real meaning of the sun” ''― Charles Bukowski, Factotum
''“each mans hell is in a different place:― Charles Bukowski
mine is just up and behind
my ruined face.”
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A Smile To Remember
we had goldfish and they circled around and around
in the bowl on the table near the heavy drapes
covering the picture window and
my mother, always smiling, wanting us all
to be happy, told me, 'be happy Henry!'
and she was right: it's better to be happy if you
but my father continued to beat her and me several times a week while
raging inside his 6-foot-two frame because he couldn't
understand what was attacking him from within.
my mother, poor fish,
wanting to be happy, beaten two or three times a
week, telling me to be happy: 'Henry, ...
the wind blows hard tonight