Charles Bukowski Quotes

My Muse sits forlorn She wishes she had not been born She sits in the cold No word she says is ever told.

I just lay in my room for days ... weeks.

A lonely man is a lonesome thing, a stone, a bone, a stick, a receptacle for Gilbey's gin, a stooped figure sitting at the edge of a hotel bed, heaving copious sighs like the autumn wind.

I'm always alone. Sad face emoticon.

But solitude is sadness.' 'Yes; it is sadness. Life, however, has worse than that. Deeper than melancholy lies heart-break.

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

Getting through the nights is the toughest part. Being alone. Not having her there to talk to.

I had never felt so lonely and so sad in my entire life.

I like melancholy. I like to pretend that I'm alone in the world and I'm just sort of abandoned.

Mr. Brad Delp. J'ai une ame solitaire. I am a lonely soul.

Only the lonely know the way I feel tonight.

I was very depressed when I was 19... I would go back to my apartment every day and I would just sit there. It was quiet and it was lonely. It was still. It was just my piano and myself. I had a television and I would leave it on all the time just to feel like somebody was hanging out with me.

Those who have no hope pass their old age shrouded with an inward gloom.

Christmas makes everything twice as sad.

I was a very sad little girl.

As a boy and even now, I am wont to melancholy. I do, probably once a day, experience a sincere heartbreak.

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.

A lot of my songs are about loneliness and losing relationships. Even the ones that are happy, there's a lonely undertone to them.

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.

Loneliness will sit over our roofs with brooding wings.

He did not go much further, but sat down on the cold floor and gave himself up to complete miserableness, for a long while. He thought of himself frying bacon and eggs in his own kitchen at home - for he could feel inside that it was high time for some meal or other; but that only made him miserabler.

Sorrow's faded form, and solitude behind.

Sometimes when I'm alone I Cry, Cause I am on my own. The tears I cry are bitter and warm. They flow with life but take no form I Cry because my heart is torn. I find it difficult to carry on. If I had an ear to confide in, I would cry among my treasured friend, but who do you know that stops that long, to help another carry on. The world moves fast and it would rather pass by. Then to stop and see what makes one cry, so painful and sad. And sometimes... I Cry and no one cares about why.

He was persuaded he could know no happiness but in the society of one with whom he could for ever indulge the melancholy that had taken possession of his soul.

Then black despair, The shadow of a starless night, was thrown Over the world in which I moved alone.