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“The best thing about the bedroom was the bed. I liked to stay in bed for hours, even during the day with covers pulled up to my chin. It was good in there, nothing ever occurred in there, no people, nothing.”
— Charles Bukowski
“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
Those who escape hell however never talk about it and nothing much bothers them after that.
Charles Bukowski
“The best advice I’ve ever received: ‘no one else knows what they are doing either.”
— Charles Bukowski
It is only once in a while that you see someone whose electricity and presence matches yours at that moment.
Charles Bukowski
“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.”
— Charles Bukowski
“I want to be with you, it is as simple, and as complicated as that.”
— Charles Bukowski
“The problem with the world is that the intelligent people are full of doubts while the stupid ones are full of confidence.”
Charles Bukowski
Long walks at night
that’s what’s good for the soul
People tell me to talk about it, but words are not enough—words will never be enough. How do you explain a pain that even you don’t understand?
“I notice Autumn is more the season of the soul than of nature.”
Friedrich Nietzsche
“I notice Autumn is more the season of the soul than of nature.”
Friedrich Nietzsche
“To truly be loved, you must first learn how to love yourself – scars and all.”