“I want so much that is not here and do not know
where to go.”
Charles Bukowski (1920–1994) American writer
Source: The Roominghouse Madrigals: Early Selected Poems, 1946-1966
M.attie
Verified author @M.attie, member from March 18, 2022“Lighting new cigarettes,
pouring more
drinks.
It has been a beautiful
fight.
Still
is.”
Charles Bukowski (1920–1994) American writer
Source: You Get So Alone at Times That it Just Makes Sense
“A love like that was a serious illness, an illness from which you never entirely recover.”
Charles Bukowski book The People Look Like Flowers at Last
Source: The People Look Like Flowers at Last
Charles Bukowski (1920–1994) American writer
Variant: Some lose all mind and become soul, insane. Some lose all soul and become mind, intellectual. Some lose both and become accepted.
“If there are junk yards in hell, love is the dog that guards the gates.”
Charles Bukowski book Love Is a Dog from Hell
Source: Love Is a Dog from Hell
“she was consumed by 3 simple things:
drink, despair, loneliness; and 2 more:
youth and beauty”
Charles Bukowski book The People Look Like Flowers at Last
Source: The People Look Like Flowers at Last
Charles Bukowski book Women
Variant: Once a woman turns against you, forget it. They can love you, then something turns in them. They can watch you dying in a gutter, run over by a car, and they’ll spit on you.
Source: Women (1978)
“It all comes down to the last person you think of at night, that's where the heart is.”
Charles Bukowski (1920–1994) American writer
Original: Tutto si riduce all'ultima persona a cui pensi la notte, è lì che si trova il cuore.
Source: In Una sorcia bianca – nella raccolta Storie di ordinaria follia
“I could feel the winter shaking my bones and banging my teeth together.”
Sylvia Plath book The Bell Jar
Source: The Bell Jar
“I talk to God but the sky is empty.”
Sylvia Plath (1932–1963) American poet, novelist and short story writer
Draft of letter to Richard Sassoon (1950-02-19)
The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (2000)
Variant: I talk to God, but the sky is empty.
“I like you, but not too much. I don’t want to like anybody too much.”
Sylvia Plath (1932–1963) American poet, novelist and short story writer
“Perhaps, perhaps this would be the one to pull me out of my plunge.”
Sylvia Plath (1932–1963) American poet, novelist and short story writer
Source: The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
Sylvia Plath (1932–1963) American poet, novelist and short story writer
Source: Ariel: The Restored Edition
“I must get back my soul from you; I am killing my flesh without it.”
Sylvia Plath (1932–1963) American poet, novelist and short story writer
Draft of letter to Richard Sassoon (1956-03-01)
The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (2000)
Source: The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath