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“What a weary time those years were -- to have the desire and the need to live but not the ability.”
― Charles Bukowski, Ham on Rye

“I guess the only time most people think about injustice is when it happens to them.”
― Charles Bukowski, Ham on Rye

“I had noticed that both in the very poor and very rich extremes of society the mad were often allowed to mingle freely.”
― Charles Bukowski, Ham on Rye

“The problem was you had to keep choosing between one evil or another, and no matter what you chose, they sliced a little more off you, until there was nothing left. At the age of 25 most people were finished. A whole goddamned nation of assholes driving automobiles, eating, having babies, doing everything in the worst way possible, like voting for the presidential candidate who reminded them most of themselves.”
― Charles Bukowski, Ham on Rye

“Everything else just kept picking and picking, hacking away. And nothing was interesting, nothing. The people were restrictive and careful, all alike. And I've got to live with these fuckers for the rest of my life, I thought.”
― Charles Bukowski, Ham on Rye

“You are thirty minutes late."
"Yes."
"Would you be thirty minutes late to a wedding or a funeral?"
"No."
"Why not, pray tell?"
"Well, if the funeral was mine I'd have to be on time. If the wedding was mine it would be my funeral.”
― Charles Bukowski, Ham on Rye

“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, Ham on Rye

“You just rebel against everything. How are you going to survive?

I don't know. I'm already tired.”
― Charles Bukowski, Ham on Rye

“I had no interests. I had no interests in anything. I had no idea how I was going to escape. At least the others had some taste for life. They seemed to understand something that I didn't understand. Maybe I was lacking. It was possible. I often felt inferior. I just wanted to get away from them. But there was no place to go. Suicide? Jesus Christ, just more work. I felt like sleeping for five years but they wouldn't let me.”
― Charles Bukowski, Ham on Rye

“Turgenev was a very serious fellow but he could make me laugh because a truth first encountered can be very funny. When someone else's truth is the same as your truth, and he seems to be saying it just for you, that's great.”
― Charles Bukowski, Ham on Rye

“The problem was you had to keep choosing between one evil or another, and no matter what you chose, they sliced a little bit more off you, until there was nothing left.”
― Charles Bukowski, Ham on Rye

“I didn’t particularly want money. I didn’t know what I wanted. Yes, I did. I wanted someplace to hide out, someplace where one didn’t have to do anything. The thought of being something didn’t only appall me, it sickened me. The thought of being a lawyer or a councilman or an engineer, anything like that, seemed impossible to me. To get married, to have children, to get trapped in the family structure. To go someplace to work every day and to return. It was impossible. To do things, simple things, to be part of family picnics, Christmas, the 4th of July, Labor Day, Mother’s Day … was a man born just to endure those things and then die? I would rather be a dishwasher, return alone to a tiny room and drink myself to sleep.”
― Charles Bukowski, Ham on Rye

“Something had happened. The bath towels knew it, the bathtub and the toilet knew it. My father turned and walked out the door. He knew it. It was my last beating. From him.”
― Charles Bukowski, Ham on Rye

“But I didn't want to be anything anyhow. And I was certainly succeeding.”
― Charles Bukowski, Ham on Rye

“What’s so nice about laying in bed all day?” “I don’t have to see anybody.” “You like that?” “Oh, yes.”
― Charles Bukowski, Ham on Rye

“I didn't know if I was unhappy. I felt too miserable to be unhappy.”
― Charles Bukowski, Ham on Rye

“كم أظهرَ العشقُ من سرٍ وكم كتَما ــــــ وكم أماتَ وأحيا قبلنا أُمَما

قالت غلبتُكَ يا هذا ، فقلتُ لها ــــــ لم تغلبيني ولكنْ زِدتِني كرما

بعضُ المعاركِ في خُسرانِها شرفٌ ـــــــ من عادَ مُنتَصراً من مثلها انهزما !

ما كنت أتركُ ثأري قطُّ قبلَهمْ ـــــــ لكنّهم دخلُوا من حُسنِهِم حَرَما

يقسو الحبيبانِ قدْرَ الحبِّ بينهما ــــــ حتى لَتَحْسَبُ بينَ العاشِقَيْنِ دما

ويرجعانِ إلى خمرٍ مُعَتقةٍ ــــــ من المحبةِ تَنفي الشكَّ والتُهَما

جديلةٌ طرفاها العاشقانِ فما ــــــ تراهُما افترقا .. إلا ليلتَحِما

في ضمةٍ تُرجعُ الدنيا لسنَّتِها ـــــــ كالبحرِ من بعدِ موسى عادَ والْتأَما

قد أصبحا الأصل مما يشبهان فَقُل ـــــــ هما كذلكَ حقاً ، لا كأنَّهُما

فكلُّ شيءٍ جميلٍ بتَّ تُبصِرُهُ ـــــــ أو كنتَ تسمعُ عنهُ قبلها، فَهُما

هذا الجمالُ الذي مهما قسا، رَحِما ـــــــ هذا الجمال الذي يستأنسُ الألما

دمي فداءٌ لطَيفٍ جادَ في حُلُمٍ ـــــــ بقُبْلَتَيْنِ فلا أعطى ولا حرَما

إنَّ الهوى لجديرٌ بالفداءِ وإن ـــــــ كان الحبيبُ خيالاً مرَّ أو حُلُما

أو صورةٌ صاغَها أجدادُنا القُدَما ــــــ بلا سَقامٍ فصاروا بالهوى سُقَماً

الخَصْرُ وهمٌ تكادُ العينُ تخطئُهُ ــــــــ وجوده بابُ شكٍ بعدما حُسِما

والشَّعرُ أطولُ مِن ليلي إذا هجرت ــــــــ والوجْهُ أجملُ من حظي إذا ابتسما

في حُسنها شبقٌ غضبانُ قَيَّدَهُ ـــــــ حياؤُها فإذا ما أفلتَ انتقما

أكرِمْ بهم ُعُصبةً هاموا بما وَهِمُوا ــــــ وأكرمُ الناسِ من يحيا بما وَهِما

والحبٌ طفلٌ متى تحكمْ عليهِ يَقُلْ ـــــــ ظلمتَنِي ومتى حكَّمْتَه ظلما

إن لم تُطِعْهُ بكى وإن أطعتَ بغى ـــــــ فلا يُريحُكَ محكوماً ولا حَكما

مُذ قلتُ دعْ ليَ روحي ظلَّ يطلُبُها ـــــــ فقلتُ هاكَ اسْتَلِمْ روحي، فما اسْتلما

وإنَّ بي وجَعاً شبهتُهُ بصدىً ـــــــ إنْ رنَّ رانَ ، وعشبٍ حينَ نمَّ نما

كأنني علَمٌ لا ريحَ تَنْشُرُهُ ـــــــ أو ريحُ أخبارِِ نصرٍ لم تَجِدْ عَلما

يا منْ حَسَدْتُم صبِياً بالهوى فَرِحاً ـــــــ رِفقاً به ، فَهُوَ مقتولٌ وما علما”
― تميم البرغوثي

“and here you are living
despite it all”
― Rupi Kaur, The Sun and Her Flowers

“Everybody’s damaged. It’s just a question of how badly, and whether you’re healing or still bleeding.”
― Angela N. Blount, Once Upon a Road Trip

“عندما أخبرته أن قلبي من طين سخر مني لأن قلبه من حديد
قريبا ستمطر، سيزهر قلبي وسيصدأ قلبه..”
― شمس التبريزي

“I know that they damaged you, and I still want you. I don’t even want to fix you. I just want you as you are. Broken. Misunderstood. Jerk. I want the real version, the dark version, the one who made me the saddest I’ve ever been in my life, but also the happiest.”
― L.J. Shen, Vicious Love

“Time heals everything, that’s what everyone says. Wounds heal and leave only scars behind. But some wounds run too deep to heal, and pierce the deepest layers of one’s soul. They stay there unhealed and ready to ooze blood at the first sign of grief.”
― Neena H. Brar, Tied to Deceit

“يا أيها المسافر لا تعلق القلب بمنزل ما بحيث تحزن عندما تغادره”
― شمس الدين تبريزي

“If you cannot love me, I will die. Before you came I wanted to die, I have told you many times. It is cruel to have made me want to live only to make my death more bloody.”
― James Baldwin, Giovanni’s Room

“I often wonder what I'd do if there weren't any books in the world.”
― James Baldwin , Giovanni’s Room

“Somebody," said Jacques, "your father or mine, should have told us that not many people have ever died of love. But multitudes have perished, and are perishing every hour--and in the oddest places!--for the lack of it.”
― James Baldwin, Giovanni’s Room

“Perhaps he is a fool or a coward but almost everybody is one or the other and most people are both.”
― James Baldwin, Giovanni’s Room

“I was guilty and irritated and full of love and pain. I wanted to kick him and I wanted to take him in my arms.”
― James Baldwin, Giovanni’s Room

“If I could make you stay, I would,’ he shouted. ‘If I had to beat you, chain you, starve you—if I could make you stay, I would.’ He turned back into the room; the wind blew his hair. He shook his finger at me, grotesquely playful. ‘One day, perhaps, you will wish I had.”
― James Baldwin, Giovanni’s Room

“If dirty words frighten you...I really don’t know how you have managed to live so long. People are full of dirty words. The only time they do not use them, most people I mean, is when they are describing something dirty.”
― James Baldwin, Giovanni’s Room