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  • #1
    Charles Bukowski
    “Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I'm not going to make it, but you laugh inside — remembering all the times you've felt that way.”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #2
    Charles Bukowski
    “We're all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn't. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing.”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #3
    Charles Bukowski
    “there are worse things
    than being alone
    but it often takes
    decades to realize this
    and most often when you do
    it's too late
    and there's nothing worse
    than too late”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #4
    Charles Bukowski
    “there is a loneliness in this world so great
    that you can see it in the slow movement of
    the hands of a clock.

    people so tired
    mutilated
    either by love or no love.

    people just are not good to each other
    one on one.

    the rich are not good to the rich
    the poor are not good to the poor.

    we are afraid.

    our educational system tells us
    that we can all be
    big-ass winners.

    it hasn't told us
    about the gutters
    or the suicides.

    or the terror of one person
    aching in one place
    alone

    untouched
    unspoken to

    watering a plant.”
    Charles Bukowski, Love Is a Dog from Hell

  • #5
    Charles Bukowski
    “Boring damned people. All over the earth. Propagating more boring damned people. What a horror show. The earth swarmed with them.”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #6
    Charles Bukowski
    “Some lose all mind and become soul,insane.
    some lose all soul and become mind, intellectual.
    some lose both and become accepted”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #7
    Charles Bukowski
    “A love like that was a serious illness, an illness from which you never entirely recover.”
    Charles Bukowski, The People Look Like Flowers at Last

  • #8
    Charles Bukowski
    “Sex is kicking death in the ass while singing.”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #9
    Charles Bukowski
    “you boys can keep your virgins
    give me hot old women in high heels
    with asses that forgot to get old.”
    Charles Bukowski, Love Is a Dog from Hell

  • #10
    Charles Bukowski
    “there is a loneliness in this world so great that you can see it in the slow movement of the hands of a clock”
    Charles Bukowski, Love Is a Dog from Hell

  • #11
    Charles Bukowski
    “The problem with the world is that the intelligent people are full of doubts, while the stupid ones are full of confidence.”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #12
    Charles Bukowski
    “I was sentimental about many things: a woman’s shoes under the bed; one hairpin left behind on the dresser; the way they said, 'I’m going to pee.' hair ribbons; walking down the boulevard with them at 1:30 in the afternoon, just two people walking together; the long nights of drinking and smoking; talking; the arguments; thinking of suicide; eating together and feeling good; the jokes; the laughter out of nowhere; feeling miracles in the air; being in a parked car together; comparing past loves at 3am; being told you snore; hearing her snore; mothers, daughters, sons, cats, dogs; sometimes death and sometimes divorce; but always carring on, always seeing it through; reading a newspaper alone in a sandwich joint and feeling nausea because she’s now married to a dentist with an I.Q. of 95; racetracks, parks, park picnics; even jails; her dull friends; your dull friends; your drinking, her dancing; your flirting, her flirting; her pills, your fucking on the side and her doing the same; sleeping together”
    Charles Bukowski, Women

  • #13
    Charles Bukowski
    “Find what you love and let it kill you.”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #14
    Charles Bukowski
    “I often carry things to read
    so that I will not have to look at
    the people.”
    Charles Bukowski, The Last Night of the Earth Poems

  • #15
    Edgar Allan Poe
    “There is no exquisite beauty… without some strangeness in the proportion.”
    Edgar Allan Poe

  • #16
    Do what you can, with what you have, where you are.
    “Do what you can, with what you have, where you are.”
    Theodore Roosevelt

  • #17
    Guillaume Apollinaire
    “Come to the edge," he said.
    "We can't, we're afraid!" they responded.
    "Come to the edge," he said.
    "We can't, We will fall!" they responded.
    "Come to the edge," he said.
    And so they came.
    And he pushed them.
    And they flew.”
    Guillaume Apollinaire

  • #18
    “As artists, we are eternally heartbroken.”
    Lady Gaga

  • #19
    Charles M. Schulz
    “Are you upset little friend? Have you been lying awake worrying? Well, don't worry...I'm here. The flood waters will recede, the famine will end, the sun will shine tomorrow, and I will always be here to take care of you.”
    Charles M. Schulz

  • #20
    Bob Marley
    “You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She's not perfect—you aren't either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break—her heart. So don't hurt her, don't change her, don't analyze and don't expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she's not there.”
    Bob Marley

  • #21
    Charles Baudelaire
    “One should always be drunk. That's all that matters...But with what? With wine, with poetry, or with virtue, as you chose. But get drunk.”
    Charles Baudelaire, Paris Spleen

  • #22
    Albert Camus
    “The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion.”
    Albert Camus

  • #23
    “I want the deepest, darkest, sickest parts of you that you are afraid to share with anyone because I love you that much.”
    Lady Gaga, Lady Gaga - The Fame

  • #24
    Jack Kerouac
    “[...]the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes “Awww!”
    Jack Kerouac, On the Road

  • #25
    Jack Kerouac
    “I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till i drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.”
    Jack Kerouac

  • #26
    Jack Kerouac
    “The only truth is music.”
    Jack Kerouac

  • #27
    Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
    “Hello babies. Welcome to Earth. It's hot in the summer and cold in the winter. It's round and wet and crowded. On the outside, babies, you've got a hundred years here. There's only one rule that I know of, babies-"God damn it, you've got to be kind.”
    Kurt Vonnegut

  • #28
    “How long has it been since someone touched part of you other than your body?”
    Laurel Hoodwrit

  • #29
    Augusten Burroughs
    “I know exactly how that is. To love somebody who doesn’t deserve it. Because they are all you have. Because any attention is better than no attention. For exactly the same reason, it is sometimes satisfying to cut yourself and bleed. On those gray days where eight in the morning looks no different from noon and nothing has happened and nothing is going to happen and you are washing a glass in the sink and it breaks-accidentally-and punctures your skin. And then there is this shocking red, the brightest thing in the day, so vibrant it buzzes, this blood of yours. That is okay sometimes because at least you know you’re alive.”
    Augusten Burroughs, Running with Scissors

  • #30
    Sylvia Plath
    “I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in my life. And I am horribly limited.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath



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