Charles Bukowski Quotes

I have loved badly, loved the great Too soon, withdrawn my words too late; And eaten in an echoing hall Alone and from a chipped plate The words that I withdrew too late.

When one by one our ties are torn, and friend from friend is snatched forlorn; when man is left alone to mourn, oh! then how sweet it is to die!

Getting through the nights is the toughest part. Being alone. Not having her there to talk to.

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!

What is the worst of woes that wait on age? What stamps the wrinkle deeper on the brow? To view each loved one blotted from life's page, And be alone on earth, as I am now.

Lying in the bed that had once held two, Lisey thought alone never felt more lonely than when you woke up and discovered you still had the house to yourself. That you and the mice in the walls were the only ones still breathing.

Beauty is ever to the lonely mind a shadow fleeting; she is never plain. She is a visitor who leaves behind the gift of grief, the souvenir of pain.

Widow. The word consumes itself.

What makes loneliness an anguish is not that I have no one to share my burden, but this: I have only my own burden to bear.

Grief can't be shared. Everyone carries it alone. His own burden in his own way.

Mr. Brad Delp. J'ai une ame solitaire. I am a lonely soul.

I was separated from my wife at the time. A lot of people think I wrote it about prison.

When the people you love are gone, you're alone.

As I've gotten older I've occasionally found myself nostalgic for earlier periods of solitude, though I realize that's also likely a false nostalgia, as I know there was nothing I wanted more during those periods than to not be alone, whatever that means.

When it was all over, and I was left alone in my office, I put my face in my hands and wept. I could do nothing less.

Being away from the game took a toll on my heart.

I know so many people who have tremendous regret in their life.

A lot of my songs are about loneliness and losing relationships. Even the ones that are happy, there's a lonely undertone to them.

Sometimes when you have lost, you don't want to speak to anybody.

But to Sam the evening deepened to darkness as he stood at the Haven; and as he looked at the grey sea he saw only a shadow in the waters that was soon lost in the West. There he stood far into the night, hearing only the sigh and murmur of the waves on the shores of Middle-Earth, and the sound of them sank deep into his heart.

Sorrow's faded form, and solitude behind.

Alone, he must bear the weight of a sin he dare not confess to the one person he loves…and has lost.

What I was afraid of was my own grief, the weight of it, the ineluctable corrosive force of it, and the stark awareness I had of being, for the first time in my life, entirely alone, a Crusoe shipwrecked and stranded in the limitless wastes of a boundless and indifferent ocean.

The world he saw was sadder than the one he hoped to find. But it wasn't near as lonesome as the one he left behind.