Love is a fog that burns with the first daylight of reality.
CHARLES BUKOWSKIWe must bring our own light to the darkness.
More Charles Bukowski Quotes
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Without literature, life is hell.
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Dogs and angels are not very far apart.
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Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I’m not going to make it, but you laugh inside – remembering all the times you’ve felt that way.
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Slavery was never abolished, it was only extended to include all the colors.
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Animals never worry about Heaven or Hell. Neither do I. Maybe that’s why we get along.
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We are like roses that have never bothered to bloom when we should have bloomed and it is as if the sun has become disgusted with waiting.
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What a weary time those years were – to have the desire and the need to live but not the ability.
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It was like the beginning of life and laughter. It was the real meaning of the sun.
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There are times when those eyes inside your brain stare back at you.
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Real loneliness is not necessarily limited to when you are alone.
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A love like that was a serious illness, an illness from which you never entirely recover.
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People are strange: They are constantly angered by trivial things, but on a major matter like totally wasting their lives, they hardly seem to notice.
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Beauty is nothing, beauty won’t stay. You don’t know how lucky you are to be ugly, because if people like you, you know it’s for something else.
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I want so much that is not here and do not know where to go.
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Find what you love and let it kill you. Let it drain from you 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.
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