Charles Bukowski Quotes About Pain

Quotes about: Pain

• Pain is strange. A cat killing a bird, a car accident, a fire.... Pain arrives, BANG, and there it is, it sits on you. It's real. And to anybody watching, you look foolish. Like you've suddenly become an idiot. There's no cure for it unless you know somebody who understands how you feel, and knows how to help.

  Charles Bukowski

  Pain, Real, Cat

  Charles Bukowski (1978). “Women”

• We don’t even ask happiness, just a little less pain.

  Charles Bukowski

  Happiness, Pain, Littles

• It was a joy! Words weren't dull, words were things that could make your mind hum. If you read them and let yourself feel the magic, you could live without pain, with hope, no matter what happened to you.

  Charles Bukowski

  Pain, Book, Reading

• pain is absurd because it exists, nothing more.

  Charles Bukowski

  Pain, Absurd

  Charles Bukowski (2012). “The Pleasures of the Damned: Selected Poems 1951-1993”, p.144, Canongate Books

• life itself is not the miracle. that pain should be so constant, that's the miracle -

  Charles Bukowski

  Pain, Miracle, Should

• morning night and noon the traffic moves through and the murder and treachery of friends and lovers and all the people move through you. pain is the joy of knowing the unkindest truth that arrives without warning. life is being alone death is being alone. even the fools weep morning night and noon.

  Charles Bukowski

  Morning, Pain, Moving

• i am with the roots of flowers entwined, entombed sending up my passionate blossoms as a flight of rockets and argument; wine churls my throat, above me feet walk upon my brain, monkies fall from the sky clutching photographs of the planets, but i seek only music and the leisure of my pain

  Charles Bukowski

  Pain, Flower, Fall

• They have no idea that it can be done by a bus driver, a field hand, or a fry cook. They have no idea where it comes from. It comes from pain, damnation and impossibility. The blow to the soul of the gut. It comes from getting burned and seared and slugged. It comes from...new and awful places and the same old places.

  Charles Bukowski

  Pain, Blow, Hands

• Well, the rain had stopped but the pain was still there.

  Charles Bukowski

  Pain, Rain, Wells

• Trouble and pain were what kept a man alive. Or trying to avoid trouble and pain. It was a full time job.

  Charles Bukowski

  Jobs, Pain, Men

• 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

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