Charles Bukowski Quotes

The story of a passionate woman in a stale marriage is as old as Helen of Troy.

I've been in a few love triangles. I've been in a love quadrilateral.

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.

I often liken my love life to the pathetic fallacy found in a Bronte novel: a long and winding road tented by storm clouds and rain. Kidding.

The whole romantic part of my life was a wipeout. I didn't even own a belt.

One morning, about four o'clock, I was driving my car just about as fast as I could. I thought, Why am I out this time of night? I was miserable, and it came to me: I'm falling in love with somebody I have no right to fall in love with.

True, I am in love with suffering, but I do not know if I deserve the honor.

When you see someone you love with somebody else, your heart kind of falls to the ground.

There is only one thing I want. I would like to be seriously ill, and to hear nothing more about him for at least a week. Why doesn't something happen to me? Why do I have to go through all this? If only I had never set eyes on him!

It is misery, you know, unspeakable misery for the man who lives alone and who detests sordid, casual affairs; not old enough to do without women, but not young enough to be able to go and look for one without shame!

It is easier to keep half a dozen lovers guessing than to keep one lover after he has stopped guessing.

I always tell people that I'll sound exactly like Alanis Morissette after I've had more boyfriends. I'll be just as anguished-sounding.

In my experience, staying in a marriage that my ex and I both agreed had all its best moments behind it was epically depressing.

If I am not in love, nothing is meaningful to me. I have no energy.

But O, how bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man's eyes.

Love triangles very rarely stay quiet for very long.

It's been a misery for me, living with Christine Keeler.

In my experience lust only ever leads to misery. All that suspicion and jealousy and anguish it unleashes. I don't want those things in my life.

There is one type of ideal woman very seldom described in poetry - the old maid, the woman whom sorrow or misfortune prevents from fulfilling her natural destiny.

And I was desolate and sick of an old passion.

Doing a story about my mundane, waking life, how much I don't like my job, or breaking up with someone, I don't think so. Those stories don't interest me that much as a general thing.

People still do fall in and out of love and can and cannot express what they feel and are very much pained because the person they love is with somebody else. That's happening the whole world over, and I think it always has been.

I guess you could write a good song if your heart hadn't been broken, but I don't know of anyone whose heart hasn't been broken.

We didn't know that Mother had gone through a passionate love affair or that Father suffered from severe depression. Mother was preparing to break out of her marriage, Father threatening to take his own life.

I feel 'Ankahee' is a very honest film. It says that in a relationship where there are three people, everybody is doomed. Nobody comes out happy.