Sweet Christ, you must know that a man will go further for any poem than for any woman ever born. Charles Bukowski More Quotes by Charles Bukowski More Quotes From Charles Bukowski I walked around the block twice, passed 200 people and failed to see a human being. Charles Bukowski block humans people I am a poem. There is no way out. Charles Bukowski way And don't forget: time is meant to be wasted, love fails and death is useless. Charles Bukowski chaos useless forget We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us. Charles Bukowski odds laughing life I can almost understand why people leap from bridges. Charles Bukowski leap bridges people It was like the beginning of life and laughter. It was the real meaning of the sun Charles Bukowski laughter real laughing Censorship is the tool of those who have the need to hide actualities from themselves and from others. Their fear is only their inability to face what is real, and I can't vent any anger against them. I only feel this appalling sadness. Somewhere, in their upbringing, they were shielded against the total facts of our existence. They were only taught to look one way when many ways exist. Charles Bukowski inability sadness real My ambition is handicapped by laziness Charles Bukowski handicapped laziness ambition nobody can save you but yourself and you’re worth saving. it’s a war not easily won but if anything is worth winning then this is it. Charles Bukowski saving winning war what matters most is how well you walk through the fire Charles Bukowski i-hate-you uplifting motivational We don’t even ask happiness, just a little less pain. Charles Bukowski pain littles happiness Now something so sad has hold of us that the breath leaves and we can't even cry. Charles Bukowski cry sorrow grief the way to create art is to burn and destroy ordinary concepts and to substitute them with new truths that run down from the top of the head and out of the heart Charles Bukowski ordinary running art Gradually I came to realize that my understanding of women goes only as far as the pleasure is concerned. Charles Bukowski realizing pleasure understanding People need me. I fill them. If they can't see me for a while they get desperate, they get sick. But if I see them too often I get sick. It's hard to feed without getting fed. Charles Bukowski sick people needs People with no morals often considered themselves more free, but mostly they lacked the ability to feel or love. Charles Bukowski ability moral people I want so much that is not here and do not know where to go. Charles Bukowski knows want I remember awakening one morning and finding everything smeared with the color of forgotten love. Charles Bukowski color awakening morning I have gotten so used to melancholia that I greet it like an old friend. Charles Bukowski old-friends used Love is a form of prejudice. You love what you need, you love what makes you feel good, you love what is convenient. How can you say you love one person when there are ten thousand people in the world that you would love more if you ever met them? But you'll never meet them. Charles Bukowski feel-good love-is people
