Charles Bukowski Quotes

I am more weary of life, I think, than ever I was.

I want to explain how exhausted I am. Even in my dreams. How I wake up tired. How I’m being drowned by some kind of black wave.

I don't think I can do this anymore.

I've been immersed in it too long. My spirit is wobbly and my mind is confused. The hurt has become too great.

I'm half alive but I feel mostly dead.

There are days when I am just dead on the floor, and I'm there in my makeup, and that's getting a little tiring.

I can tell you with authority that when I'm exhausted, when I'm running on empty, I'm the worst version of myself.

Women get exhausted and beat down, and you just want to cry.

this time has finished me.

I feel like I’m eighty years old. I’m tired of life and my mind wants to die.

If I'm going to cry, now is the time. By morning, I'll be able to wash all the damage done by the tears from my face. But no tears come. I'm too tired or too numb to cry. The only thing I feel is a desire to be somewhere else. So I let the train rock me into oblivion.

Life continues, and some mornings, weary of the noise, discouraged by the prospect of the interminable work to keep after, sickened also by the madness of the world that leaps at you from the newspaper, finally convinced that I will not be equal to it and that I will disappoint everyone - all I want to do is sit down and wait for evening. This is what I feel like, and sometimes I yield to it.

I'm sick of everything, and of the everythingness of everything.

I was exhausted and going through a terrible depression.

And at some point, the struggle becomes too much-too tiring-and you consider letting go. Allowing tragedy... or whatever... to happen.

I am tired of myself in every way. All things, deep down to the secret of their roots, are stained by the color of my weariness.

I don’t know if you’ve ever felt like that. That you wanted to sleep for a thousand years. Or just not exist. Or just not be aware that you do exist. Or something like that. I think wanting that is very morbid, but I want it when I get like this. That’s why I’m trying not to think. I just want it all to stop spinning.

Well, I did know - but I just wanted the day to pass and the next day to come and then I wanted that one to pass. It was a horrible cycle. I felt so close to having to pack the game in.

I no longer have the energy to get really angry, like I used to.

I depleted myself to the point where I had nothing left.

I feel like I'm 1,000. I don't feel I'm young enough a lot of the time.

I am sick and tired of being sick and tired.

... too emotionally strung out.

I think I'm chronically exhausted.

To say I am not mentally tired in ways and exhausted in ways would be a lie.