Charles Bukowski Quotes About Feelings

Quotes about: Feelings

• Drinking is an emotional thing. It joggles you out of the standardism of everyday life, out of everything being the same. It yanks you out of your body and your mind and throws you against the wall. I have the feeling that drinking is a form of suicide where you're allowed to return to life and begin all over the next day. It's like killing yourself, and then you're reborn. I guess I've lived about ten or fifteen thousand lives now.

  Charles Bukowski

  Suicide, Wall, Drinking

• 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”

• If you're going to try, go all the way. There is no other feeling like that. You will be alone with the gods, and the nights will flame with fire. You will ride life straight to perfect laughter. It's the only good fight there is.

  Charles Bukowski

  Laughter, Fighting, Night

  "Fictional character: Henry Chinaski". "Factotum", www.imdb.com. 2005.

• Do you hate people? I don't hate them...I just feel better when they're not around.

  Charles Bukowski

  Hate, Feel Better, People

• I had no feeling for the things so many others needed.

  Charles Bukowski

  Feelings, Needed

• 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

• when I am feeling low all i have to do is watch my cats and my courage returns

  Charles Bukowski

  Courage, Cat, Feelings

  Charles Bukowski (2015). “On Cats”, p.105, Canongate Books

• Learn, he says, that there will be hours, days and months ahead of feeling absolutely terrible and nothing can change that; neither new girlfriends, health professionals, changes of diet, dope, humility, or God.

  Charles Bukowski

  Girlfriend, Humility, Dope

• I knew I was strong, and maybe like they said, "crazy." But I had this feeling inside of me that something real was there.

  Charles Bukowski

  Strong, Crazy, Real

  Charles Bukowski (2001). “Ham On Rye”, p.27, Canongate Books

• there was something about that city, though it didn't let me feel guilty that I had no feeling for the things so many others needed. it let me alone.

  Charles Bukowski

  Cities, Feelings, Guilty

  Charles Bukowski, “Young In New Orleans”

• there was something about that city, though it didn't let me feel guilty that I had no feeling for the things so many others needed. it let me alone. sitting up in my bed the lights out, hearing the outside sounds, lifting my cheap bottle of wine, letting the warmth of the grape enter me as I heard the rats moving about the room, I preferred them to humans. being lost, being crazy maybe is not so bad if you can be that way undisturbed. New Orleans gave me that. nobody ever called my name.

  Charles Bukowski

  Crazy, Moving, Wine

• I always started a job with the feeling that I'd soon quit or be fired, and this gave ma a relaxex manner that was mistaken for intelligence or some secret power.

  Charles Bukowski

  Jobs, Feelings, Secret

  Charles Bukowski (2001). “Ham On Rye”, p.9, Canongate Books

• I didn't like anybody in that school. I think they knew that. I think that's why they disliked me. I didn't like the way they walked or looked or talked, but I didn't like my mother or father either. I still had the feeling of being surrounded by white empty space. There was always a slight nausea in my stomach.

  Charles Bukowski

  Mother, Father, School

  Charles Bukowski (2001). “Ham On Rye”, p.83, Canongate Books

• It was too much. The comfortable people made comfortable jokes about weather and things but I sat mostly silent saying a word or so when necessary a word or so trying to hide from them the fact that I was a fool and feeling terrible And I was numb, numb again, numb again again and again, numbness and pain swelling in me.

  Charles Bukowski

  Pain, Numbness, Weather

• I should think that many of our poets, the honest ones, will confess to having no manifesto. It is a painful confession but the art of poetry carries its own powers without having to break them down into critical listings. I do not mean that poetry should be raffish and irresponsible clown tossing off words into the void. But the very feeling of a good poem carries its own reason for being... Art is its own excuse, and it’s either Art or it’s something else. It’s either a poem or a piece of cheese.

  Charles Bukowski

  Art, Mean, Thinking

  Charles Bukowski (2015). “On Writing”, p.26, Canongate Books

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