I would be married, but I’d have no wife, I would be married to a single life.
Charles Bukowski
Because the world is so full of death and horror, I try again and again to console my heart and pick the flowers that grow in the midst of Hell.
Hermann Hesse (via teacup94)
(Source: likeafieldmouse)
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.
my first thought of suicide came at age 13 and it has
been with me ever since
through all the botched failures:
sometimes just rather playing at it, little minor
rehearsals;
other times
really trying like hell to
kill myself.
Charles Bukowski - The Last Night of the Earth Poems
(via hachikuji)
(Source: henrycharlesbukowski)
I wasn’t lonely. I experienced no self-pity. I was just caught up in a life which I could find no meaning.
Charles Bukowski. (via littledemonsinmyhead)
(Source: hellanne)
There is a loneliness in this world so great
that you can see it in the slow movement of
the hands of a clock.
people so tired
mutilated
either by love or no love.
people just are not good to each other
one on one.
the rich are not good to the rich
the poor are not good to the poor.
we are afraid.
our educational system tells us
that we can all be
big-ass winners.
it hasn’t told us
about the gutters
or the suicides.
or the terror of one person
aching in one place
alone
untouched
unspoken to
watering a plant.
Charles Bukowski, Love is a Dog From Hell (via ecsteasy)
When Whitman wrote, “I sing the body electric” I know what he meant. I know what he wanted: to be completely alive every moment in spite of the inevitable. We can’t cheat death but we can make it work so hard that when it does take us it will have known a victory just as perfect as ours.
Charles Bukowski, A Song With No End (via violentwavesofemotion)
The free soul is rare, but you know it when you see it - basically because you feel good, very good, when you are near or with them.
Charles Bukowski - Tales of Ordinary Madness
(Source: surfer-rosa3)
If people bring so much courage to this world the world has to kill them to break them, so of course it kills them. The world breaks every one and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry.
Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms (via thereasonilovelosingsleep)
I went to the woods because I wanted to live deliberately. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life.
Henry David Thoreau (via rainydaysandblankets)
Her arms opened, bliss strolled in.
Six Word Story
Cautiously, I allowed myself to feel good at times. I found moments of peace in cheap rooms just staring at the knobs of some dresser or listening to the rain in the dark. The less I needed, the better I felt.
Charles Bukowski (via circasixties)
And I longed desperately to really live for once, to give something of myself to the world, to enter into a relationship and battle with it.
Demian, Hermann Hesse (via burningafterglow)
I came to a point where I needed solitude and just stop the machine of ‘thinking’ and ‘enjoying’ what they call ‘living’, I just wanted to lie in the grass and look at the clouds.
Jack Kerouac (via aswiseasthesunrise)
(Source: oniverse)
She did not wish to remember; it troubled her when people tried to disturb her loneliness; she wished to be alone. She wished for nothing else in the world.
Virginia Woolf, The Voyage Out (via flowerville)
(Source: awritersruminations)
