30 Most Beautiful Charles Bukowski Written Words
Words of an alcoholic.
"All her books of terrified loneliness all her books about the cruelty of loveless love were all that was left of her."
"Met this guy, somewhere, hell his eyes looked like a madman's or maybe it was only my reflection there."
"It's colder than hell (yes) but
The blankets are thin,
And the pulled-down shades
Are as full of holes as love is."
"People are strange: they are constantly angered by
but on a major matter
wasting their lives,
they hardly seem to
"When He created you lying in bed
He knew what He was doing
He was drunk and He was high
and He created the mountains and the sea and fire at the same time."
"I felt like crying but nothing came out. It was just a sort of sad sickness, sick sad, when you can't feel any worse. I think you know it. I think everybody knows it now and then. but I think I have known it pretty often, too often."
"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
and I will remember your small room
the feel of you
the light in the window
our morning coffee
our noons our nights
our bodies spilled together
the tiny flowing currents
immediate and forever
your leg my leg
your arm my arm
your smile and the warmth
who made me laugh
"We are all museums of fear."
"She had thin hips, full lips, eyes like rain. Skin like winter, lungs like hell. She taste like heaven, fucked like sin. She had cobweb veins, cigarette love. She lived like a hurricane, burned like the sun. She had oceans in her irisis, coffee laced laughter. A heart like fall, a smile like spring, thighs like summer, a kiss like alcohol. She loved me like spring, left me like winter. She lived like the fall. She changed like the leaves. She moved on like the seasons, forgetting me."
"A love like that was a serious illness, an illness from which you never entirely recover."
"Once you have feelings for someone it will always be there.
You may not like them anymore, but you still care."
"Those who escape hell
never talk about
and nothing much
"And the whiskey and wine entered our veins
when blood was too weak to carry on…"
"Cautiously, I allowed
myself to feel good
I found moments of
peace in cheap
just staring at the
knobs of some
or listening to the
rain in the
The less I needed,
the better I
"Oh, I don't mean you're handsome, not the way people think of handsome. Your face seems kind. But your eyes - they're beautiful. They're wild, crazy, like some animal peering out of a forest on fire."
"I want to be with you,
it is as simple,
and as complicated as that."
"Eyes. Those damn eyes fucked me forever."
"People empty me. I have to get away to refill."
"I have the feeling that drinking is a form of suicide where you're allowed to return to life and begin all over the next day. It's like killing yourself, and then you're reborn. I guess I've lived about ten or fifteen thousand lives now."
Find what you love and let it kill you.
Let it drain you of your all. Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness.
Let it kill you and let it devour your remains.
For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly, but it's much better to be killed by a lover."
"We don't even ask happiness, just a little less pain."
"She's mad but she's magic.
There is no lie in her fire."
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. All right, so we do the best we can. Granted. But we must still realize that love is just the result of a chance encounter."
"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."
"That's the problem with drinking, I thought, as I poured myself a drink. If something bad happens you drink in an attempt to forget; if something good happens you drink in order to celebrate; and if nothing happens you drink to make something happen."
"Things get bad for all of us, almost continually, and what we do under the constant stress reveals who/what we are."
"The useless wars
the useless years
the useless loves
and they ask us,
why do you drink so much?
well, I suppose the days were made
to be wasted
the years and the loves were made
to be wasted.
we can't cry, and it helps to laugh-
it's like letting out
"When we were kids
laying around the lawn
we often talked
we'd like to
agreed on the
like to die
none of us
we are hardly
we think more
"When you find someone who doesn't annoy the shit out of you; hold them tight and close - never let them escape."
"I remember awakening one morning and finding everything smeared with the color of forgotten love…"