Top 64 Quotes About Bukowski Death
#2. I carry death in my left pocket. Sometimes I take it out and talk to it: Hello, baby, how you doing? When you coming for me? I'll be ready.
Charles Bukowski
#3. We drove on and on, past little villages and both good things and bad things were happening to the people in those villages too, but I still was nothing but arms and ears and eyes and maybe there'd be either some good luck for me or more death tomorrow.
Charles Bukowski
#4. The world is better without
them.
only the plants and the animals are
true comrades.
I drink to them and with
them.
Charles Bukowski
#5. Sometimes all we need to be able to continue alone
are the dead
rattling the walls
that close us in.
Charles Bukowski
#7. When you're young
a pair of
female
high-heeled shoes
just sitting
alone
in the closet
can fire your
bones;
when you're old
it's just
a pair of shoes
without
anybody
in them
and
just as
well.
Charles Bukowski
#9. I feel no grief for being called something
which
I am not;
in fact, it's enthralling, somehow, like a good
back rub
Charles Bukowski
#10. Lady death was ecstatic, that's all, ecstatic. She looked truly beautiful all over.
Charles Bukowski
#11. I'll think nice things about my
wife, she looks so small there
under the blanket, a little
lump, that's all
(death, you take me first, please)
this lady needs a gentle space of
peace
without me).
Charles Bukowski
#12. I paid, got up, walked
to the door, opened
it.
I heard the man
say, "that guy's
nuts."
out on the street I
walked north
feeling
curiously
honored.
Charles Bukowski
#13. I believe that to be the world's greatest living
writer
there must be something
terribly wrong with you.
I don't even want to be the world's greatest
dead writer.
just being dead would be fair
enough.
Charles Bukowski
#14. I see a bright
portion
under the overhead light
that shades into
darkness
and then into darker
darkness
and I can't see beyond that.
Charles Bukowski
#15. I look like a man in a death camp.
I
am.
still, I'm lucky: I feat on solitude, I
will never miss the crowd.
Charles Bukowski
#16. Disneyland remains the central attraction of Southern California, but the graveyard remains our reality.
Charles Bukowski
#17. Having nothing to struggle
against
they have nothing to struggle
for.
Charles Bukowski
#18. I can see where
creation often
stops while the
body still lives
and often
does not care
to.
the death of life
before life
dies.
Charles Bukowski
#20. What is terrible is not death but the lives people live or don't live up until their death.
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#21. Peace of mind and heart
arrives
when we accept what is:
having been
born into this
strange life
we must accept
the wasted gamble of our
days
and take some satisfaction in
the pleasure of
leaving it all
behind.
Charles Bukowski
#23. Morning night and noon the traffic moves through and the murder and treachery of friends and lovers and all the people move through you. pain is the joy of knowing the unkindest truth that arrives without warning. life is being alone death is being alone. even the fools weep morning night and noon.
Charles Bukowski
#25. Most people are not ready for death, theirs or anybody elses.
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#26. Death arrived on schedule on a Sunday afternoon, and, as always, it was easier than we thought it would be.
Charles Bukowski
#28. So many people are doomed by their ambition and their gathered intelligence, their bank account and savings and loan intelligence. If there is any secret to life, that secret is not to try. Let it come to you: women, dogs, death, and creation.
Charles Bukowski
#31. To fight for each minute is to
fight for what is possible within
yourself,
so that your life and your death
will not be like
theirs.
Charles Bukowski
#33. Death is walking
up and down
this room
smoking my cigars
taking hits of my
wine
Charles Bukowski
#34. 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 going to get you
Charles Bukowski
#35. You can't beat death but
you can beat death in life, sometimes.
and the more often you learn to do it,
the more light there will be.
your life is your life.
know it while you have it.
Charles Bukowski
#36. I am satisfied
with my aggressive nature
as I tickle death
under the
armpits.
Charles Bukowski
#37. Truth changes as men change, and when truth becomes stable men will become dead, and the insect and the fire and the flood will become truth.
Charles Bukowski
#40. Is that death
stalking me
now?
no, it's only my cat,
this
time.
Charles Bukowski
#42. Some men never
die
and some men never
live
but we're all alive
tonight.
Charles Bukowski
#43. Writing is when I fly, writing is when I start fires. Writing is when I take death out of my left pocket, throw him against the wall and catch him as he bounces back.
Charles Bukowski
#44. Death meant little to me. It was the last joke in a series of bad jokes.
Charles Bukowski
#45. I didn't know who to
believe
but
one thing I do
know: when a man is
living
many claim relationships
that are hardly
so
and after he dies, well,
then it's everybody's
party.
Charles Bukowski
#46. Well, we all have our sharks, I'm sure, and there's only one way to get them off before they hack and nibble you to death - stop feeding them; they will find other bait; you fattened them the last dozen times around - now set them out to sea.
Charles Bukowski
#47. I found the best thing
I could do
was just to type away
at my own work
and let the dying
die
as they always have.
Charles Bukowski
#48. We are dying birds we are sinking ships - the world rocks down against us and we throw out our arms and we throw out our legs like the death kiss of the centipede: but they kindly snap our backs and call our poison politics.
Charles Bukowski
#49. In this land some of us fuck more than
we die but most of us die
better than we fuck
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#53. To die on a kitchen floor at 7 o'clock in the morning while other people are frying eggs is not so rough unless it happens to you.
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#55. The lies of centuries, the lies of love,
the lies of Socrates and Blake and Christ
will be your bedmates and tombstones
in a death that will never end.
Charles Bukowski
#56. I'm not dead yet, just in a state of rapid decay, who isn't?
Charles Bukowski
#57. The worst thing," he told me,
"is bitterness, people end up so
bitter.
Charles Bukowski
#59. I didn't feel that way about it. I had been playing with death for some time. I can't say we were the best of friends but we were well acquainted.
Charles Bukowski
#60. It's not the large things that send a man to the madhouse ... no, it's the continuing series of small tragedies ... not the death of his love but the shoelace that snaps with no time left.
Charles Bukowski
#61. there's all that time to eat drink and wait on death like everybody else.
Charles Bukowski
#63. The years have gone by quickly. Death sits in the seat next to me. We make a lovely couple.
Charles Bukowski
#64. One doesn't even think of
the liver
and if the liver
doesn't think of
us, that's
fine.
Charles Bukowski
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