Charles Bukowski Quotes

Every little girl knows about love. It is only her capacity to suffer because of it that increases.

Love is an incurable disease. In love, there is permanent suffering. Those who love and those who are happy are not the same.

Must being in love always mean being in pain?

If you love the wrong people it's still love, isn't it, no matter what kind of love.

Oh, love is real enough; you will find it someday, but it has one archenemy - and that is life.

The tragedy is not that love doesn't last. The tragedy is the love that lasts.

Often, I went in love with some friends in school. And, no, I suffered. Only later, things went better.

In regards to your love life, you're just entering into a whole of pain if you talk about it. If you've never said anything, there are no sound bites to haunt you when you're crying into a box of Kleenex after it all goes wrong.

Oh, there's nothing more dangerous in life at getting hurt at than love itself. People are hurt in love affairs and never recover, more than a boxing match.

I've been through a lot as far as love.

I think many people can relate to that excruciating pain of love gone wrong. I'd rather have a broken arm than a broken heart.

We're always looking at this love through the eyes of the person who is suffering because of this love.

I know exactly how that is. To love somebody who doesn't deserve it.

It is comparatively easy to leave a mistress, but very hard to be left by one.

Where there is love, there is bound to be heartache.

When two people were in love you had to leave them to it. Especially when you weren't in love and wished that you were. That could embarrass. That could hurt.

Love is not always blind and there are few things that cause greater wretchedness than to love with all your heart someone who you know is unworthy of love.

If you have to ask, you've never been in love. More than that, you've never had your feelings hurt by the one you want to trust and cherish you most of all.

People fall in love all the time. And it's not always with the right people. And it's not always reciprocated.

It's funny about love', Sophia said. 'The more you love someone, the less he likes you back.' 'That's very true,' Grandmother observed. 'And so what do you do?' 'You go on loving,' said Sophia threateningly. 'You love harder and harder.

Stephen kissed me in the spring, Robin in the fall, But Colin only looked at me And never kissed at all. Stephen’s kiss was lost in jest, Robin’s lost in play, But the kiss in Colin’s eyes Haunts me night and day.

That first love. And the first one who breaks your heart. For me, they just happen to be the same person.

The bottom line is that we never fall for the people we're supposed to.

There are lovers content with longing. I’m not one of them.