Charles Bukowski Quotes About Heart

Quotes about: Heart

• if it doesn't come bursting out of you in spite of everything, don't do it. unless it comes unasked out of your heart and your mind and your mouth and your gut, don't do it.

  Charles Bukowski

  Heart, Mind, Mouths

  Charles Bukowski (2009). “sifting through the madness for the word, the line, the way: New Poems”, p.3, Zondervan

• I was fighting a small fight of my own which wasn't leading
  anywhere-but like a man with a bent spoon trying to dig through a cement wall I knew that a small fight was better than quitting: it
  kept the heart alive.

  Charles Bukowski

  Wall, Heart, Fighting

• There's a bluebird in my heart that
  wants to get out
  but I pour whiskey on him and inhale
  cigarette smoke
  and the whores and the bartenders
  and the grocery clerks
  never know that
  he's
  in there.

  Charles Bukowski

  Heart, Cigarette Smoke, Clerks

  Charles Bukowski (2012). “The Pleasures of the Damned: Selected Poems 1951-1993”, p.494, Canongate Books

• there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too clever, I only let him out at night sometimes when everybody's asleep. I say, I know that you're there, so don't be sad. then I put him back, but he's singing a little in there, I haven't quite let him die and we sleep together like that with our secret pact and it's nice enough to make a man weep, but I don't weep, do you?

  Charles Bukowski

  Clever, Nice, Heart

  Charles Bukowski (2016). “On Love”, p.207, Canongate Books

• 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

• there is a place in the heart that will never be filled a space and even during the best moments and the greatest times times we will know it we will know it more than ever there is a place in the heart that will never be filled and we will wait and wait in that space.

  Charles Bukowski

  Heart, Space, Waiting

  Charles Bukowski (2009). “You Get So Alone at Times”, p.26, Harper Collins

• There's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out.

  Charles Bukowski

  Heart, Want, Chaos

  Charles Bukowski (2012). “The Pleasures of the Damned: Selected Poems 1951-1993”, p.494, Canongate Books

• whiskey makes the heart beat faster but it sure doesn't help the mind and isn't it funny how you can ache just from the deadly drone of existence?

  Charles Bukowski

  Heart, Mind, Drones

• The Laughing Heart your life is your life don’t let it be clubbed into dank submission. be on the watch. there are ways out. there is a light somewhere. it may not be much light but it beats the darkness. be on the watch. the gods will offer you chances. know them. take them. you can’t beat death but you can beat death in life, sometimes. and the more often you learn to do it, the more light there will be. your life is your life. know it while you have it. you are marvelous the gods wait to delight in you.

  Charles Bukowski

  Heart, Light, Laughing

  Charles Bukowski, “The Laughing Heart”

• the way to create art is to burn and destroy ordinary concepts and to substitute them with new truths that run down from the top of the head and out of the heart

  Charles Bukowski

  Running, Art, Ordinary

  Charles Bukowski (2009). “sifting through the madness for the word, the line, the way: New Poems”, p.91, Zondervan

• There's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too tough for him, I say, stay in there, I'm not going to let anybody see you.

  Charles Bukowski

  Heart, Want, Tough

  Charles Bukowski (2012). “The Pleasures of the Damned: Selected Poems 1951-1993”, p.494, Canongate Books

• My heart is a thousand years old. I am not like other people.

  Charles Bukowski

  Heart, Years, People

  Charles Bukowski (2011). “New Poems Book Two”, p.116, Random House

• ...in that drunken place you would like to hand your heart to her and say touch it but then give it back.

  Charles Bukowski

  Heart, Hands, Giving

• 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

• my hands dead my heart dead silence adagio of rocks the world ablaze that's the best for me.

  Charles Bukowski

  Heart, Rocks, Hands

• The human heart, as of course we all know is essentially good

  Charles Bukowski

  Heart, Humans, Courses

• facebook
• twitter
• googleplus
• email
• linkedin

• facebook
• twitter
• googleplus
• email
• linkedin