Charles Bukowski Quotes

I wonder if I cry whether my tears would be gray.

I'm so involved in melancholy.

It's raining my soul, it's raining, but it's raining dead eyes.

There's definitely sadness happening in this band. I get melancholy every day about things.

If a documentary crew were to follow me around, they'd probably think they were making a film about the saddest person in the world.

I'm here to be lovesick, broke and drifting, writing heartache songs and singing about pain and misery and depression, with a few good times here and there.

I had always thought of myself as a sanguine person, quite light and airy. But for a long while, no one could have possibly made me laugh or smile. It was awful.

Despair snuffs the sun from the firmament.

You're not eating anything," said Marilla sharply, eying her as if it were a serious shortcoming. Anne sighed. I can't. I'm in the depths of despair. Can you eat when you are in the depths of despair?" I've never been in the depths of despair, so I can't say," responded Marilla. Weren't you? Well, did you ever try to IMAGINE you were in the depths of despair?" No, I didn't." Then I don't think you can understand what it's like. It's very uncomfortable a feeling indeed.

My heart is empty & my life has no value anymore. Each moment a thousand tears.

Oh, my darling, wish you were here! And my dark soul is happy again, because it does not know how to be anything else for very long, and because the pain is a deep dark sea in which I would drown if I did not sail my little craft steadily over the surface, steadily towards a sun which will never rise.

Melancholy held me hostage, and the bees built a hive of sadness in my soul.

I imagine there's a market for total depression. I grew up on George Jones and that really dark stuff.

I have the true feeling of myself only when I am unbearably unhappy.

I love bleak things.

Every night when I go to bed, I hope that I may never wake again, and every morning renews my grief.

It's a brooding melancholy that haunts me.

But, truly, I have wept too much! The Dawns are heartbreaking. Every moon is atrocious and every sun bitter.

I had sadness for breakfast.

A sad soul can kill quicker than a germ.

I'm just sittin here trying not to be unhappy.

We may smile at these matters, but they are melancholy illustrations.

Depression begins with disappointment. When disappointment festers in our soul, it leads to discouragement.

I think I am pretty much melancholic.

Sometimes, I wake up and the skies are grey and everything's horrible.