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I am sick with caring.
the gods play nofavorites.
the gods seldomgivebut so quicklytake.
that your power of commandwith simple language wasone of the magnificent things ofour century.(from the poem: result)
La mayoría de la muerte de la gente es una farsa, no queda en ellos nada que pueda morir
My heart is a thousand years old. I am not like other people.
it does seemthe more we drinkthe better the wordsgo.
If you have the ability to love, love yourself first.
she wasn't veryinterestingbut few peopleare.
the price of creationis nevertoo high.the price of livingwith other peoplealwaysis.
the world is better withoutthem.only the plants and the animals aretrue comrades.I drink to them and withthem.
Why did I come here? I thought. Why is it always only a matter of choosing between something bad and something worse?
the best part waspulling down theshadesstuffing the doorbellwith ragsputting the phonein therefrigeratorand going to bedfor 3 or 4days. and the next bestpartwasnobody evermissedme.
Her one drink had Cecelia giggling and talking and she was explaining that animals had souls too. Nobody challenged her opinion. It was possible, we knew. What we weren't sure of was if we had any.
I see a brightportionunder the overhead lightthat shades intodarknessand then into darkerdarknessand I can't see beyond that.
The centuries are sprinkled with rare magicwith divine creatureswho help us get past the common and extraordinary ills that beset us
all people start tocome apart finallyand there it is:just empty ashtrays in a roomor wisps of hair on a combin the dissolving moonlight.
people need me. I fillthem. if they can't see mefor awhile the get desperate, they getsick.but if I see them too oftenI get sick. it's hard to feedwithout getting fed.
having nothing to struggleagainstthey have nothing to strugglefor.
I remember yoursaying: "make itor break it."neither happened anditwon't.
The problem with the world is that the intelligent people are full of doubts while the stupid one are full of confidence".
It got so bad that Al thoughtmaybe it washimso he went to a shrinkand askedand the shrink said, "you're one of the sanest menI've ever met."poor Al.that made him feelworse than ever.
the worst thing, " he told me, "is bitterness, people end up sobitter.
Sometimes things are just what they seem to be and that's all there is to it.
Are there good governments and bad governments? No, there are only bad governments and worse governments.
the first place smelled like work, so I took the second
You're the most unknown famous man I ever met
We don’t even ask happiness, just a little less pain.
I guess the only time most people think about injustice is when it happens to them.
Can you remember who you were, before the world told you who you should be?
as the shadows assumeshapesI fight the slowretreatnowmy once-promisedwindlingdwindlingnowlighting new cigarettespouring moredrinksit has been a beautifulfightstillis.
I paid, got up, walkedto the door, openedit.I heard the mansay, "that guy'snuts."out on the street Iwalked northfeelingcuriouslyhonored.
If I bet on humanity, I'd never cash a ticket.
no concept of danger, reality, flow or compassion. you can feel the despair escaping from their machines, their lives as hopeless and as numbed as yours.
I know that some nightin some bedroomsoonmy fingers willriftthroughsoft cleanhairsongs such as no radioplaysall sadness, grinninginto flow.
crawled like a blind slug into the web
there are so many dayswhen living stops and pulls up and sitsand waits like a train on the rails.
and love is a word usedtoo much andmuchtoo soon.
regret is mostly caused by not havingdone anything.
I have one problem, I don’t hate people. They disgust me and I want to get away from them. I do not have hatred. I have an escape mechanism.
sometimes it's hard to knowwhat todo.
I found the best thingI could dowas just to type awayat my own workand let the dyingdieas they always have.
one doesn't even think ofthe liverand if the liverdoesn't think ofus, that'sfine.
when I drive the freeways I see the soul of humanity ofmy city and it's ugly, ugly, ugly: the living have choked theheartaway.
I often stood in front of the mirror alone, wondering how ugly a person could get.
I didn't know who tobelievebutone thing I doknow: when a man islivingmany claim relationshipsthat are hardlysoand after he dies, well, then it's everybody'sparty.
there's no clarity.there was never meant to be clarity.
Mëso të mos e shkatërrosh me fjalë atë çfarë ke ndërtuar me heshtje.
Genius could be the ability to say a profound thing in a simple way, or even to say a simple thing in a simpler way.
sometimes all we need to be able to continue aloneare the deadrattling the wallsthat close us in.