Top 100 Quotes About Love Charles Bukowski
#1. It's colder than hell (yes) but
the blankets are thin,
and the pulled-down shades
are as full of holes as love is.
Charles Bukowski
#2. Sometimes all we need to be able to continue alone
are the dead
rattling the walls
that close us in.
Charles Bukowski
#3. Dear child, I only did to you
what the sparrow
did to you; I am old when it is
fashionable to be young; I cry when it is
fashionable to laugh.
I hated you when it would have taken less courage to love.
Charles Bukowski
#4. Don't undress my love you might find a mannequin; don't undress the mannequin you might find my love.
Charles Bukowski
#5. Why does a man destroy himself or what destroys him? I would have to judge that suicide is mostly the tool of the thinking man. The right to suicide should be the same as the right to love.
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#6. You shoulda known the entirety of the trap, a**hole,
love means eventual pain
victory means eventual defeat
grace means eventual slovenliness,
there's no way
out ... you see, you
understand?
Charles Bukowski
#7. The world is better without
them.
only the plants and the animals are
true comrades.
I drink to them and with
them.
Charles Bukowski
#8. A love like that was a serious illness, an illness from which you never entirely recover.
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#9. When I was a boy I used to dream of becoming
the village idiot.
I used to lie in bed and imagine myself the
happy idiot
able to get food easily
... and easy sympathy,
a planned confusion of not too much love or effort.
some would claim that I have succeeded.
Charles Bukowski
#10. And I sit there alone with you and Dostoevsky as the real and the artificial heart continues to falter, famished ... I love you but don't know what to do.
Charles Bukowski
#11. A woman must be nursed into subsistence by love, where a man can become stronger by being hated. - from 'Cows in Art Class
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#12. Love is a horse with a broken leg trying to stand while 45,000 people watch.
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#13. My 6 foot goddess
makes me laugh
the laughter of the mutilated
who still need
love ...
she has saved me
from everything that is
not here
Charles Bukowski
#14. People with no morals often considered themselves more free, but mostly they lacked the ability to feel or love.
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#15. Lack of love. Sleep, then nightmare. Paper everywhere. Trivial bits of paper. Nothing ever done. Sure, sure, sure. Today I will walk in the sun. I will simply walk in the sun.
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#16. I'm sorry, I said, I'm really sorry.
I stood up in a cafe and screamed
I'm in love,
and now you've made a fool of me ...
Charles Bukowski
#17. Having nothing to struggle
against
they have nothing to struggle
for.
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#18. One doesn't even think of
the liver
and if the liver
doesn't think of
us, that's
fine.
Charles Bukowski
#19. There is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average
human being to supply any given army on any given day and the best at murder are those who preach against it
and the best at hate are those who preach love and the best at war finally are those who preach peace
Charles Bukowski
#21. I'm fucking the grave, I thought, I'm bringing the dead back to life ...
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#22. I no longer want it all, just some comfort and some sex and only a minor love.
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#23. Fay had a spot of blood on the left side of her mouth and I took a wet cloth and wiped it off. Women were meant to suffer; no wonder they asked for constant declarations of love.
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#26. I have, he went on, betrayed myself with
belief, deluded myself with love
tricked myself with sex.
the bottle is damned faithful, he said,
the bottle will not lie
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#27. Love came hard and very seldom. When it did it was usually for the wrong reasons.
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#28. Love be damned now as love was damned when it first arrived.
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#29. This will never leave me: that I had love and love died; a photo and a piece of tape is not much, I have learned late, but give me 14 days or 14 years, I will kill any man who would touch or take whatever's left.
Charles Bukowski
#30. but what can I make of love when we are all born at a different time and place and only meet through a trick of centuries and a chance three steps to the left? you
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#31. I know that some night
in some bedroom
soon
my fingers will
rift
through
soft clean
hair
songs such as no radio
plays
all sadness, grinning
into flow.
Charles Bukowski
#36. Love dries up, I thought
as I walked back to the
bathroom, even faster
than sperm.
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#37. I will remember the kisses, our lips raw with love,
and how you gave me everything you had
and how I offered you what was left of me.
Charles Bukowski
#38. 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.
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#39. Her eyes always had a frantic, lost look. He could never cure her eyes of that.
Charles Bukowski
#40. Once a woman turns against you, forget it. They can love you, then something turns in them. They can watch you dying in a gutter, run over by a car, and they'll spit on you.
Charles Bukowski
#41. Not being able to love fully
they will believe your love incomplete
and then they will hate you
and their hatred will be perfect
Charles Bukowski
#43. Those who preach god, need god
Those who preach peace do not have peace
Those who preach love do not have love
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#44. My love is a hummingbird sitting that quiet moment on the bough, as the same cat crouches.
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#45. I feel no grief for being called something
which
I am not;
in fact, it's enthralling, somehow, like a good
back rub
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#46. I will remember the hours of kisses our lips raw with love and how you offered me your cunt your soul your insides and how I answered offering you whatever was left of me,
Charles Bukowski
#49. 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
#50. I'm going, she said. I love you but you're
crazy, you're doomed.
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#52. You don't go on "probably" when love and guns are in hand.
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#53. We were never children like your children. We do not understand love songs like your inamorata.
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#55. There is a quality about women who choose
men sparingly;
it appears in their walk
in their eyes
in their laughter and in their
gentle hearts.
Charles Bukowski
#56. She slammed the door and
was gone.
I looked at the closed door
and at the doorknob
and strangely
I didn't feel
alone.
Charles Bukowski
#58. 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
#59. Have you ever been in love?" "Love is for real people." "You sound real." "I dislike real people." "You dislike them?" "I hate them.
Charles Bukowski
#60. 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
#61. People don't need love. What they need is success in one form or another. It can be love but it needn't be.
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#62. All we do is sleep, and eat and lay around and make love. We're like slugs. Slug-love, I call it.
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#64. I don't like love as a command, as a search. It must come to you, like a hungry cat at the door.
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#65. I felt terrible. The poor had a right to fuck their way through their bad dreams. Sex and drink, and maybe love, was all they had.
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#67. Anything is a waste of time unless you are fucking well or creating well or getting well or looming toward a kind of phantom-love-happiness.
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#68. Some men are crazy," I said, moving toward the door.
"What do wou mean?"
"I mean, some men are in love with their wives.
Charles Bukowski
#69. Her violence frightened me. She always claimed that I was the jealous one, and I was often jealous, but when I saw things working against me I simply became disgusted and withdrew. Lydia was different. She reacted. She was the Head Cheerleader at the Game of Violence.
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#70. The laughter of the mutilated who still need love, and her blessed eyes run deep into her head like mountain springs far in and cool and good.
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#72. We're all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn't. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing.
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#74. If I could only make her fall in love with me. Pretend to be a writer and just fuck her and have her cook for me. I would never have to write I'd just pretend.
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#75. My mother, poor fish,
wanting to be happy, beaten two or three times a
week, telling me to be happy: "Henry, smile!
why don't you ever smile?"
and then she would smile, to show me how, and it was the
saddest smile I ever saw
Charles Bukowski
#77. I want to let her know though that all the nights sleeping beside her even the useless arguments were things ever splendid and the hard words I ever feared to say can now be said: I love you.
Charles Bukowski
#79. Love is all right for those who can handle the psychic overload. It's like trying to carry a full garbage can on your back over a rushing river of piss.
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#80. Is this how it works? in this room the hours of love still make shadows. when you left you took almost everything.
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#81. 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.
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#82. god, love is more strange than numerals more strange than grass on fire more strange than the dead body of a child drowned in the bottom of a tub, we know so little, we know so much, we don't know enough.
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#84. The worst thing," he told me,
"is bitterness, people end up so
bitter.
Charles Bukowski
#85. Love is not a candle burning down. Life is. And love and life are not the same or else Love, having choice, nobody would ever die.
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#86. The male, for all his bravado and exploration, is the loyal one, the one who generally feels love. The female is skilled at betrayal and torture and damnation.
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#87. If there are junk yards in hell, love is the dog that guards the gates.
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#89. Love is a form of prejudice. I have too many other prejudices.
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#91. And you go on toward your ocean, the cigar biting your lips the way love used to.
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#93. 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.
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#94. meat is cut as roses are cut
men die as dogs die
love dies like dogs die,
he said.
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#95. It felt good not to be part of that sort of thing. I was glad I wasn't in love, that I wasn't happy with the world. I like being at odds with everything. People in love often become edgy, dangerous. They lose their sense of perspective.
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#96. Love needs too much help, he said.
hate takes care of itself.
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#97. And now I wonder which animal of us will eat the other first physically and last spiritually? We consume animals and then one of us consumes the other, my love.
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#99. It's possible to love a human being if you don't know them too well.
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#100. Let's just lay around and make love and take walks and talk a little.
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