Charles Bukowski Quotes About Soul

Quotes about: Soul

• Understand me. I’m not like an ordinary world. I have my madness, I live in another dimension and I do not have time for things that have no soul.

  Charles Bukowski

  Ordinary World, Soul, Dimensions

• Unless it comes out of your soul like a rocket, unless being still would drive you to madness or suicide or murder, don't do it. unless the sun inside you is burning your gut, don't do it. when it is truly time, and if you have been chosen, it will do it by itself and it will keep on doing it until you die or it dies in you. there is no other way. and there never was.

  Charles Bukowski

  Motivational, Suicide, Time

  Charles Bukowski, “So You Want To Be A Writer?”

• my beerdrunk soul is sadder than all the dead christmas trees of the world.

  Charles Bukowski

  Tree, Soul, World

• the free soul is rare, but you know it when you see it - basically because you feel good, very good, when you are near or with them.

  Charles Bukowski

  Inspirational, Feel Good, Soul

  Charles Bukowski (1972). “Erections, ejaculations, exhibitions, and general tales of ordinary madness”
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  If you're losing your soul and you know it, then you've still got a soul left to lose.

  Charles Bukowski

  Life, Sunset, Thought Provoking

• The free soul is rare, but you know it when you see it

  Charles Bukowski

  Soul, Lazy Eyes, Knows

  Charles Bukowski (1972). “Erections, ejaculations, exhibitions, and general tales of ordinary madness”

• If something burns your soul with purpose and desire, it’s your duty to be reduced to ashes by it. Any other form of existence will be yet another dull book in the library of life.

  Charles Bukowski

  Book, Soul, Desire

• Some lose all mind and become soul,insane. some lose all soul and become mind, intellectual. some lose both and become accepted

  Charles Bukowski

  Soul, Intellectual, Mind

• 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”

• I lapsed into my pathetic cut-off period. Often with humans, both good and bad, my senses simply shut off, they get tired, I give up. I am polite. I nod. I pretend to understand because I don’t want anybody to be hurt. That is the one weakness that has lead me into the most trouble. Trying to be kind to others I often get my soul shredded into a kind of spiritual pasta. No matter. My brain shuts off. I listen. I respond. And they are too dumb to know that I am not there.

  Charles Bukowski

  Spiritual, Hurt, Giving Up

  Charles Bukowski (2009). “Hollywood”, p.29, Canongate Books

• Don't wait for the good woman. She doesn't exist. There are women who can make you feel more with their bodies and their souls but these are the exact women who will turn the knife into you right in front of the crowd.

  Charles Bukowski

  Knives, Waiting, Soul

  "Charles Bukowski: Locked in the Arms of a Crazy Life". Book by Howard Sounes, 1998.

• I sit here drunk now. I am a series of small victories and large defeats and I am as amazed as any other that I have gotten from there to here without committing murder or being murdered; without having ended up in the madhouse. as I drink alone again tonight my soul despite all the past agony thanks all the gods who were not there for me then.

  Charles Bukowski

  Past, Agony, Drunk

• And yet women-good women--frightened me because they eventually wanted your soul, and what was left of mine, I wanted to keep.

  Charles Bukowski

  Strong Women, Soul, Good Woman

  Charles Bukowski (2007). “Women”, Ecco

• I remembered my New Orleans days, living on two five-cent candy bars a day for weeks at a time in order to have leisure to write. But starvation, unfortunately, didn't improve art. It only hindered it. A man's soul was rooted in his stomach. A man could write much better after eating a porterhouse steak and drinking a pint of whiskey than he could ever write after eating a nickel candy bar. The myth of the starving artist was a hoax.

  Charles Bukowski

  Art, Drinking, Writing

  "Factotum". Book by Charles Bukowski, Ch. 29, 1975.

• alone with everybody the flesh covers the bone and they put a mind in there and sometimes a soul, and the women break vases against the walls and them men drink too much and nobody finds the one but they keep looking crawling in and out of beds. flesh covers the bone and the flesh searches for more than flesh. there's no chance at all: we are all trapped by a singular fate. nobody ever finds the one. the city dumps fill the junkyards fill the madhouses fill the hospitals fill the graveyards fill nothing else fills.

  Charles Bukowski

  Wall, Fate, Men

  Charles Bukowski, “Alone With Everybody”

• You have my soul and I have your money

  Charles Bukowski

  Soul, My Soul

• Her one drink had Cecelia giggling and talking and she was explaining that animals had souls too. Nobody challenged her opinion. It was possible, we knew. What we weren't sure of was if we had any.

  Charles Bukowski

  Animal, Talking, Soul

  Charles Bukowski (1978). “Women”

• A yet women -good women- frightened me because they eventually wanted your soul, and what was left of mine, I wanted to keep. Basically I craved prostitutes, base women, because they were deadly and hard and made no personal demands. Nothing was lost when they left. Yet at the same time I yearned for a gentle, good woman, despite the overwhelming price.

  Charles Bukowski

  Soul, Good Woman, Demand

• 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

• I give you soul. I give you wisdom and light and music and a bit of laughter. Also, I am the world's greatest horseplayer.

  Charles Bukowski

  Laughter, Light, Giving

• I have no time for things that have no soul.

  Charles Bukowski

  Ordinary World, Soul, Understand Me

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