Charles Bukowski Quotes

Can you remember who you were, before the world told you who you should be?

~ Charles Bukowski

the best part waspulling down theshadesstuffing the doorbellwith ragsputting the phonein therefrigeratorand going to bedfor 3 or 4days. and the next bestpartwasnobody evermissedme.

~ Charles Bukowski

Sometimes things are just what they seem to be and that's all there is to it.

~ Charles Bukowski

I do think that poetry is important though, if you don’t strive at it, if you don’t fill it full of stars and falseness.

~ Charles Bukowski

during my worst timeson the park benchesin the jailsor living withwhoresI always had this certaincontentment-I wouldn't call ithappiness-it was more of an innerbalancethat settled forwhatever was occuringand it helped in thefactoriesand when relationshipswent wrongwith thegirls.it helpedthrough thewars and thehangoversthe backalley fightsthehospitals.to awaken in a cheap roomin a strange city andpull up the shade-this was the craziest kind ofcontentmentand to walk across the floorto an old dresser with acracked mirror-see myself, ugly,grinning at it all.what matters most ishow well youwalk through thefire.

~ Charles Bukowski

If I bet on humanity, I'd never cash a ticket.

~ Charles Bukowski

Mëso të mos e shkatërrosh me fjalë atë çfarë ke ndërtuar me heshtje.

~ Charles Bukowski

I beg to differ on Charles Bukowski, who says nothing can save you, except writing. Sometimes, absolutely nothing will save you, not the nights you end up wasting waiting for something grand to happen, not the mornings where coffee has no taste and you wake up knowing the day will not be a blast, not the plans and schemes you write down on your imaginary flipchart to make the world go round. You end up stuck, alone and in the disparate points of chaos that drag you down, you have to come up with something to save yourself. Then you make six impossible wishes before breakfast, start walking and working and learn to seize what you call paranormal activity when it comes true.

~ Ioana-Cristina Casapu

unaccountably we are aloneforever aloneand it was meant to bethat way,it was never meantto be any other way–and when the death strugglebeginsthe last thing I wish to seeisa ring of human faceshovering over me–better just my old friends,the walls of my self,let only them be there.I have been alone but seldomlonely.I have satisfied my thirstat the wellof my selfand that wine was good,the best I ever had,and tonightsittingstaring into the darkI now finally understandthe dark and thelight and everythingin between.peace of mind and heartarriveswhen we accept whatis:having beenborn into thisstrange lifewe must acceptthe wasted gamble of ourdaysand take some satisfaction inthe pleasure ofleaving it allbehind.cry not for me.grieve not for me.readwhat I’ve writtenthenforget itall.drink from the wellof your selfand beginagain.Mind and Heart

~ Charles Bukowski

all theorieslike clichesshot to hell,all these small faceslooking upbeautiful and believing;I wish to weepbut sorrow isstupid.I wish to believe but believe is agraveyard. we have narrowed it down tothe butcherknife and themockingbird wish usluck.

~ Charles Bukowski

all people start tocome apart finallyand there it is:just empty ashtrays in a roomor wisps of hair on a combin the dissolving moonlight.

~ Charles Bukowski

The ass is the face of the soul of sex.

~ Charles Bukowski

there are so many dayswhen living stops and pulls up and sitsand waits like a train on the rails.

~ Charles Bukowski

If you have the ability to love, love yourself first.

~ Charles Bukowski

the flesh covers the bone and they put a mind in there and sometimes a soul, and the women break vases against the walls and the men drink too much and nobody finds the one but keep looking crawling in and out of beds. flesh covers the bone and the flesh searches for more than flesh.

~ Charles Bukowski

wesat theresmokingcigarettesat5in the morning.

~ Charles Bukowski

Why did I come here? I thought. Why is it always only a matter of choosing between something bad and something worse?

~ Charles Bukowski

nothing's news.it's the same old thing indisguise.only one thing comes without adisguise and you only see itonce, ormaybe never.like getting hit by a freighttrain.makes us realize that all ourmoaning about long lost girlsin gingham dressesis not so importantafterall.

~ Charles Bukowski

no concept of danger, reality, flow or compassion. you can feel the despair escaping from their machines, their lives as hopeless and as numbed as yours.

~ Charles Bukowski

The problem with the world is that the intelligent people are full of doubts while the stupid one are full of confidence.

~ Charles Bukowski

peace of mind and heartarriveswhen we accept what is:having beenborn into thisstrange lifewe must acceptthe wasted gamble of ourdaysand take some satisfaction inthe pleasure ofleaving it allbehind.

~ Charles Bukowski

I guess the only time most people think about injustice is when it happens to them.

~ Charles Bukowski

I am sick with caring.

~ Charles Bukowski