Charles Bukowski Quotes

Then let amourous kisses dwell On our lips, begin and tell A Thousand and a Hundred score A Hundred and a Thousand more

I've never believed in or understood romantic love. Love at first sight was always a complete joke to me.

We efface an hour by passionate love, without twists, without aftertaste. When it is finished, it is not finished, we lie still in each other's arms lulled by our love, by tenderness -- sensuality in which the whole being can participate.

with your name on my mouth and a kiss that never broke away from yours.

No, make me mistress to the man I love; If there be yet another name more free More fond than mistress, make me that to thee!

Your lips and mine, two sips of wine, memories are made of this.

Of all the things I love to taste, sweetest is the kiss of love.

I will remember the kisses our lips raw with love and how you gave me everything you had and how I offered you what was left of me, and I will remember your small room the feel of you the light in the window your records your books our morning coffee our noons our nights our bodies spilled together sleeping the tiny flowing currents immediate and forever your leg my leg your arm my arm your smile and the warmth of you who made me laugh again.

I’ve never loved anyone the way I love you,” he whispered. “Lucky them.

Sweeter than the stolen kiss Are the granted kisses

All I want is your loving, feel the earth move when we kiss. I don't need a big ol' diamond, but I'll take it baby if you insist.

Every kiss provokes another. Oh, in those earliest days of love how naturally the kisses spring to life! So closely, in their profusion, do they crowd together that lovers would find it as hard to count the kisses exchanged in an hour as to count the flowers in a meadow in May.

When soul rises Into lips You feel the kiss You have wanted

In real love you want the other person's good. In romantic love you want the other person.

However much I might try to expound or explain Love, when I come to Love itself, I am ashamed of my explanations... Love alone can explain the mysteries of love and lovers.

Love that is not jealous is neither true nor pure.

The real lover is the man who can thrill you just by touching your head or smiling into your eyes - or just by staring into space.

I believe in love in all its forms.

There's something about two people coming together in the rain that is the ultimate expression of love in the minds of most audiences, I guess.

I want to kiss her without counting the seconds. I want to hold her so long that I get to know her skin. I want, I want, I want.

What is love? The need of coming out of one's self.

Stuart stands and says, 'Come here,' and he's on my side of the room in one stride and he claps my hands to his hips and kisses my mouth like I am the drink he's been dying for all day and I've heard girls say it's like melting, that feeling. But I think it's like rising, growing even taller and seeing sights over a hedge, colors you've never seen before.

My true love hath my heart, and I have his

I think that a woman should be in love. I think that love makes the sex greater. Or even if you just really, really like that person.

I said, you're the beat of my heart, the breath in my body, the light in my soul.