Charles Bukowski Quotes

As in all matters involving love, which has so many different meanings, you find that the feeling that we label 'love' is not a simple feeling, it's a very complex one. Under the heading 'love' can come all sorts of rage and desperation.

Obviously, in dealing with a relationship, sexuality has to be involved, and jealousy and emotions like that. And I don't know, I've always been intrigued by those emotions.

Everything around me inspires and influences me. Mainly love - falling in it, losing it, loving it and hating it.

I wouldn't mind getting emotionally involved with a woman.

Life without love is like a tree without blossoms or fruit.

This thing we call love has always been tricky, and as beautiful as it can be, we can potentially lose ourselves in it.

I think everyone knows what it is like being in love. It's never a smooth thing. Whether you are happily together or not.

For me, romance is only 'true' when there are two sides to it. I think to have true romance you have to have the moments where you feel alone and you're crying and you feel like your heart's about to break... as well as the moments where you're floating through this orgasmic dream state.

You're in love, that's what your problem is.

I do not want no pretty woman. First thing you know, you fall in love with her-then you got to kill somebody about her. She'll make you so jealous, you'll bust!

Love is a drama of contradictions.

It ain't because lovers are so sensitive that they quarrel so often; it is because there is so much fun n the making up.

Love is the great intangible. ... Frantic and serene, vigilant and calm, wrung-out and fortified, explosive and sedate -- love commands a vast army of moods. Hoping for victory, limping from the latest skirmish, lovers enter the arena once again. ... Love is the white light of emotion. ... Everyone admits that love is wonderful and necessary, yet no one can agree on what it is.

Take me! Well, not quite take me, love me now, take me eventually

The secret ingredient to sex is love.

Jealousy is the forerunner of love, and often its awakener.

Jealous?' Luce asked. They were alone now. She threw her arms around his broad shoulders and looked deep into his violet eyes. 'Why would you be jealous?' 'Because,' he said, rubbing his hands across her back. 'Your dance card is full. For all eternity.

love is reliable. infatuation is temporary.

It is a kiss that, once begun, never really ends. Interrupted, yes. Paused, certainly. But from that very moment onward, Vera sees the whole of her life as only a breath away from kissing him again. On that night in the park, they begin the delicate task of binding their souls together, creating a whole comprising their separate halves.

Sometimes I feel good, at times I feel used. Loving you darling, makes me so confused.

Possessiveness isn’t love. I’m not even sure it qualifies as an emotion.

I don’t want to lose you. I’m in love with you Blaire. I’ve never wanted anything or anyone the way I want you. I can’t imagine my world now without you in it.

Which is more stubborn, the love or the two arguing people caught within it?

hope and uncertainty [are] the twin ingredients necessary for romance to thrive. ... Nothing begins with so much excitement and hope, or fails as often, as love.

It's the people we love the most who can make us feel the gladdest ... and the maddest! Love and anger are such a puzzle!