Charles Bukowski
Charles Bukowski
Henry Charles Bukowskiwas an American poet, novelist, and short story writer...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth16 August 1920
CityAndernach, Germany
CountryUnited States of America
taken hated courage-to-love
I hated you when it would have taken less courage to love.
hate done forget
it's good to have things done with when they don't work it's also good not to hate or even forget the person you've failed with.
hate facade
hate contains truth. beauty is a facade.
hate feel-better people
Do you hate people? I don't hate them...I just feel better when they're not around.
flower i-hate-you hands
I’ve had so many knives stuck into me, when they hand me a flower I can’t quite make out what it is. It takes time.
children hate love-you
dont undress my love you might find a mannequin dont undress the mannequin you might find love. shes long ago forgotten me. hes trying on a new hat and looks more the coquette then ever. she is a child and a mannequin and death. i can't hate that. she didnt do anything unusual. I only wanted her to.
motivational i-hate-you what-matters
what matters most is how well you walk through the fire
becoming hated
Are you becoming what you've always hated?
trying flesh hated
My flesh looked like it wasn't trying. It looked like it hated being part of me.
hate people hatred
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.
war hate army
there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average human being to supply any given army on any given day and the best at murder are those who preach against it and the best at hate are those who preach love and the best at war finally are those who preach peace
moral human-experience grounded
Morals were restrictive, but they were grounded on human experience.
men never-trust never-trust-a-man
Never trust a man in a jumpsuit
lovers what-you-love all-things
Find what you love and let it kill you. For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly, but it’s much better to be killed by a lover.