Charles Bukowski Quotes

Truth can hurt so very much.

For the truth is a terrible thing.

The shortest distance between two points is a straight line.

The truth hurts sometimes, particularly when it involves someone at a low point in their life.

The straightest line between a straight distance is two points.

Reality, looked at steadily, is unbearable.

Truth seldom is pleasant; it is almost invariably bitter.

Truth could be violent, could strip you of dignity and hope just as quickly as a gun.

The sad truth is the truth is sad.

The truth is what hurts

I felt suddenly cruel, like I´d told dmall children there was no tooth fairy, that it was just their Mom sneaking into their room after they went to bed.

This is unbearable how I talk.

It's been agony but I couldn't have done it any other way.

A waft of wind came sweeping down the laurel-walk, and trembled through the boughs of the chestnut: it wandered away-away-to an indefinite distance-it died. The nightingale's song was then the only voice of the hour: in listening to it, I again wept.

Hey, if you'd wanted to avoid 'this,' you shouldn't have lured me last night. Now it's too late. You might as well avoid the long, drawn-out pain and get it over with quickly. Sort of like taking off a Band-Aid. Or cutting off a limb." "Wow, who says there's no romance left in the world?

You can't think decently if you're not willing to hurt yourself

At least it was instant. At least there wasn't any pain." I knew he was only trying to help, but he didn't get it. There was pain. A dul endless pain in my gut that wouldn't go away even when I knelt on the stingingly frozen tile of the bathroom, dry-heaving.

Rightness of judgment is bitterness to the heart.

Attachment is the root cause of all misery - and our mind is such that it starts clinging to each and everything. It starts becoming identified, attached, it does not know how to keep a distance; hence the misery.

A straight line is not the shortest distance between two points.

There's times I'd rather kill you than listen to your honesty.

When you are alone - at sea, in the polar dark - an absence can keep you alive. The one you love maintains your mind. But when she's merely across the city, this is an absence that eats you to the bone.

He’s speaking in the tone of voice that everyone uses when they’re about to break you apart. Gentle—kind, even—like they can make the news sound better just by speaking in a lullaby voice.

This is unbearable ... God. These books she'll never read. Her Life's Library.

That which makes the vanity of others unbearable to us is that which wounds our own.