Charles Bukowski Quotes

Time means little; I never notice its passing.

It moves at its own measured pace, for it has no reason to hurry. Tomorrow will come in its own good time.

My hours are peaceful centuries.

Everyone is in a rush in New York, even in restaurants and in cafes. You dont have the serenity. That, I think, is very important in order to read.

I am in no rush to get anywhere.

God never hurries. There are no deadlines against which he must work. Only to know this is to quiet our spirits and relax our nerves.

Brother Cadfael knew better than to be in a hurry, where souls were concerned. There was plenty of elbow-room in eternity.

I don’t ever want to be in a hurry. I want to enjoy the moments.

I felt like time was a great sea, and I was floating on the back of a turtle, and no sails broke the horizon.

Reflect as if you have all of time, even when time is short.

There is a leisure about walking, no matter what pace you set, that lets down the tension.

Never hurry and never worry!

The trick is, when there is nothing to do, do nothing.

There's no advantage to hurrying through life." -Shikamaru Nara

You can't imagine what a pleasure this complete laziness is to me: not a thought in my brain- you might send a ball rolling through it!

Time deals gently only with those who take it gently.

The day was made for laziness, and lying on one's back in green places, and staring at the sky till its brightness forced one to shut one's eyes and go to sleep.

Health, south wind, books, old trees, a boat, a friend.

How sweet and sacred idleness is!

Aren't the clouds beautiful? I could just lie here all day, and watch them drift by.

I let the evening unfold. I'm the sort of guy who likes to sit in the chair and look at the wine glass.

I saw Eternity the other night Like a great ring of pure and endless light, All calm as it was bright.

...it gives you the impression that every day is Sunday.

In this there is no measuring with time, a year doesn’t matter, and ten years are nothing. Being an artist means: not numbering and counting, but ripening like a tree, which doesn’t force its sap, and stands confidently in the storms of spring, not afraid that afterward summer may not come. It does come. But it comes only to those who are patient, who are there as if eternity lay before them, so unconcernedly silent and vast. I learn it every day of my life, learn it with pain I am grateful for: patience is everything!