Charles Bukowski Quotes About Running

Quotes about: Running

• You can forgive a fool because he only runs in one direction and doesn't deceive anybody. It's the deceivers who make you feel bad.

  Charles Bukowski

  Forgiveness, Running, Cheating

• people run from rain but sit in bathtubs full of water.

  Charles Bukowski

  Running, Rain, People

• Once a woman turns against you, forget it. They can love you, then something turns in them. They can watch you dying in a gutter, run over by a car, and they'll spit on you.

  Charles Bukowski

  Running, Love You, Car

  Charles Bukowski (1978). “Women”

• Wherever the crowd goes run in the other direction. They're always wrong.

  Charles Bukowski

  Running, Crowds, Always Wrong

• There is nothing that teaches you more than regrouping after failure and moving on. Yet most people are stricken with fear. They fear failure so much that they fail. They are too conditioned, too used to being told what to do. It begins with the family, runs through school and goes into the business world.

  Charles Bukowski

  Running, Moving, School

• I never write in the daytime. It's like running through the shopping mall with your clothes off. Everybody can see you. At night ... that's when you pull the tricks ... magic.

  Charles Bukowski

  Running, Writing, Night

• yes, Wagner and the storm intermix with the wine as nights like this run up my wrists and up into my head and back down into the gut

  Charles Bukowski

  Running, Wine, Night

  Charles Bukowski (2012). “The Pleasures of the Damned: Selected Poems 1951-1993”, p.116, Canongate Books

• It will rain all this night and we will sleep transfixed by the dark water as our blood runs through our fragile life.

  Charles Bukowski

  Running, Rain, Sleep

  Charles Bukowski (2002). “Il grande”, p.260, Feltrinelli Editore

• 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

• you've got to burn straight up and down and then maybe sidewise for a while and have your guts scrambled by a bully and the demonic ladies, you've got to run along the edge of madness teetering, you've got to starve like a winter alleycat, you've go to live with the imbecility of at least a dozen cities, then maybe maybe maybe you might know where you are for a tiny blinking moment.

  Charles Bukowski

  Running, Winter, Cities

• I suppose like others I have come through fire and sword, love gone wrong, head-on crashes, drunk at sea, and I have listened to the simple sound of water running in tubs and wished to drown

  Charles Bukowski

  Running, Simple, Sea

  Charles Bukowski (2012). “The Pleasures of the Damned: Selected Poems 1951-1993”, p.60, Canongate Books

• I made practice runs down to skid row to get ready for my future.

  Charles Bukowski

  Running, Practice, Skid Row

  Charles Bukowski (2001). “Ham On Rye”, p.307, Canongate Books

• all that I know is that I believe in the sound of music and the running of a horse. all else is squabble.

  Charles Bukowski

  Running, Horse, Believe

  Charles Bukowski (2008). “Charles Bukowski: portions from a wine-stained notebook : uncollected stories and essays, 1944-1990”, City Lights Publishers

• like the fox I run with the hunted and if I’m not the happiest man on earth I’m surely the luckiest man alive.

  Charles Bukowski

  Running, Men, Alive

  Charles Bukowski (2012). “The Pleasures of the Damned: Selected Poems 1951-1993”, p.238, Canongate Books

• little sun little moon little dog and a little to eat and a little to love and a little to live for in a little room filled with little mice who gnaw and dance and run while I sleep waiting for a little death in the middle of a little morning in a little city in a little state my little mother dead my little father dead in a little cemetery somewhere. I have only a little time to tell you this: watch out for little death when he comes running but like all the billions of little deaths it will finally mean nothing and everything: all your little tears burning like the dove, wasted.

  Charles Bukowski

  Mother, Running, Dog

  Charles Bukowski (2009). “sifting through the madness for the word, the line, the way: New Poems”, p.308, Zondervan

• Daddy,' my mother asked, 'aren’t we going to run out of gas?' No there’s plenty of god-damned gas.' Where are we going?' I’m going to get some god-damed oranges!

  Charles Bukowski

  Mother, Running, Orange

• I needed a vacation. I needed 5 women. I needed to get the wax out of my ears. My car needed an oil change. I'd failed to file my damned income tax. One of the stems had broken off of my reading glasses. There were ants in my apartment. I needed to get my teeth cleaned. My shoes were run down at the heels. I had insomnia. My auto insurance had expired. I cut myself every time i shaved. I hadn't laughed in 6 years. I tended to worry when there was nothing to worry about. And when there was something to worry about, i got drunk.

  Charles Bukowski

  Running, Reading, Cutting

• There may not be a hell, but those who judge may create one. I think people are over-taught. They are over-taught everything. You have to find out by what happens to you, how you will react. I'll have to use a strange term here... "good." I don't know where it comes from, but I feel that there's an ultimate strain of goodness born in each of us. I don't believe in God, but I believe in this "goodness" like a tube running through our bodies. It can be nurtured. It's always magic, when on a freeway packed with traffic, a stranger makes room for you to change lanes... it gives you hope.

  Charles Bukowski

  Running, Believe, Thinking

• Homosexuals are delicate and bad poetry is delicate and [Allen] Ginsberg turned the tables by making homosexual poetry strong poetry, almost manly poetry; but in the long run, the homo will remain the homo and not the poet.

  Charles Bukowski

  Running, Strong, Long

  Source: bukowski.net

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