Charles Bukowski Quotes About Eyes

Quotes about: Eyes

• I see men assassinated around me every day. I walk through rooms of the dead, streets of the dead, cities of the dead; men without eyes, men without voices; men with manufactured feelings and standard reactions; men with newspaper brains, television souls and high school ideas.

  Charles Bukowski

  School, Eye, Men

  Charles Bukowski (2003). “Sunlight Here I Am: Interviews and Encounters, 1963-1993”

• There are times when those eyes inside your brain stare back at you.

  Charles Bukowski

  Eye, Brain, Realizing

• I like women who haven’t lived with too many men. I don’t expect virginity but I simply prefer women who haven’t been rubbed raw by experience. There is a quality about women who choose men sparingly; it appears in their walk in their eyes in their laughter and in their gentle hearts. Women who have had too many men seem to choose the next one out of revenge rather than with feeling. When you play the field selfishly everything works against you: one can’t insist on love or demand affection. You’re finally left with whatever you have been willing to give which often is: nothing.

  Charles Bukowski

  Laughter, Revenge, Heart

• Her eyes always had a frantic, lost look. He could never cure her eyes of that.

  Charles Bukowski

  Eye, Looks, Lost

• There's nothing to stop a man from writing unless that man stops himself. If a man truly desires to write, then he will. Rejection and ridicule will only strengthen him. And the longer he is held back the stronger he will become, like a mass of rising water against a dam. There is no losing in writing, it will make your toes laugh as you sleep, it will make you stride like a tiger, it will fire the eye and put you face to face with death. You will die a fighter, you will be honored in hell. The luck of the word. Go with it, send it.

  Charles Bukowski

  Writing, Sleep, Eye

• Oh, I don’t mean you’re handsome, not the way people think of handsome. Your face seems kind. But your eyes - they’re beautiful. They’re wild, crazy, like some animal peering out of a forest on fire.

  Charles Bukowski

  Beautiful, Crazy, Mean

  Charles Bukowski (2007). “Women”, Ecco

• I was only kidding about the hundred," she says. oh," I say, "what will it cost me?" she lights her cigarette with my lighter and looks at me through the flame: her eyes tell me. look," I say, "I don't think I can ever pay that price again.

  Charles Bukowski

  Eye, Thinking, Light

  Charles Bukowski (2012). “The Pleasures of the Damned: Selected Poems 1951-1993”, p.453, Canongate Books

• I held her wrists and then I got it through the eyes: hatred, centuries deep and true. I was wrong and graceless and sick. all the things I had learned had been wasted. there was no creature living as foul as I and all my poems were false.

  Charles Bukowski

  Eye, Sick, Hatred

  Charles Bukowski, “I'm In Love”

• And there I was, 225 pounds, perpetually lost and confused, short legs, ape-like upper body, all chest, no neck, head too large, blurred eyes, hair uncombed, 6 feet of geek, waiting for her.

  Charles Bukowski

  Confused, Eye, Hair

  Charles Bukowski (2007). “Women”, Ecco

• I could scream down 90 mountains to less than dust if only one living human had eyes in the head and heart in the body, but there is no chance, my god, no chance. rat with rat dog with dog hog with hog, play the piano drunk listen to the drunk piano, realize the myth of mercy stand still as even a child's voice snarls and we have not been fooled, it was only that we wanted to believe.

  Charles Bukowski

  Dog, Children, Believe

• and the color in my eyes has gone back into the sea.

  Charles Bukowski

  Eye, Color, Sea

  Charles Bukowski (2012). “The Pleasures of the Damned: Selected Poems 1951-1993”, p.45, Canongate Books

• I sit on the couch watching her arrange her long red hair before my bedroom mirror. she pulls her hair up and piles it on top of her head- she lets her eyes look at my eyes- then she drops her hair and lets it fall down in front of her face. we go to bed and I hold her speechlessly from the back my arm around her neck I touch her wrists and hands feel up to her elbows no further.

  Charles Bukowski

  Fall, Eye, Mirrors

  Charles Bukowski (2012). “The Pleasures of the Damned: Selected Poems 1951-1993”, p.304, Canongate Books

• And if there is anybody out there who is crazy enough to want to become a writer, I'd say go ahead, spit in the eye of the sun, hit those keys, it's the best madness going, the centuries need help, the species cry for light and gamble and laughter. Give it to them. There are enough words for all of us.

  Charles Bukowski

  Laughter, Crazy, Eye

• we drove on and on, past little villages and both good things and bad things were happening to the people in those villages too, but I still was nothing but arms and ears and eyes and maybe there'd be either some good luck for me or more death tomorrow.

  Charles Bukowski

  Good Luck, Eye, Past

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