Charles Bukowski Quotes

Avoid the world, it's just a lot of dust and drag and means nothing in the end.

A nothing will serve just as well as a something about which nothing could be said.

Nothing more than nothing can be said.

The world is all a carcass and vanity, The shadow of a shadow, a play And in one word, just nothing.

For boredom speaks the language of time, and it is to teach you the most valuable lesson of your life - the lesson of your utter insignificance.

It is nothing.

Though nature is constantly beautiful, she does not exhibit her highest powers of beauty constantly, for then they would satiate us and pall upon our senses. It is necessary to their appreciation that they should be rarely shown. Her finest touches are things which must be watched for; her most perfect passages of beauty are the most evanescent.

We do not pray for immortality, but only not to see our acts and all things stripped suddenly of all their meaning; for then it is the utter emptiness of everything reveals itself.

Some lived in it and never felt it but he knew it all was nada y pues nada y nada y pues nada.

All I say cancels out, I’ll have said nothing.

And one day we will die and our ashes will fly from the aeroplane over the sea. But for now we are young; let us lay in the sun and count every beautiful thing we can see.

The earth here is beautiful. And it still belongs to the dead.

So many little lives, amounting to nothing. I ask you: What is infinity multiplied by zero? It is hardly worth our discussion.

Things are only mannequins and even the great world-historical events are only costumes beneath which they exchange glances with nothingness.

Passing beauties are only the fugitive reflections of the eternal. All beauty alters and all life melts away; in short, everything passes with marvelous rapidity; beautiful Helen of Troy has become a toothless skull, then a handful of dust, then nothing.

Vain are the thousand creeds That move men's hearts, unutterably vain; Worthless as withered weeds, Or idlest froth amid the boundless main.

All is vanity, look you; and so the preacher is vanity too.

When I was done traveling, I returned convinced of one thing: we're nothing.

We don't say nothing more. What else is there to say? Everything and nothing. You can't say everything, so you don't say nothing.

How weightless/ words are when nothing will do.

It is easy to look at these waves, accomplishing so little and to think that no matter what efforts we put forth in our lives, all we're really doing is rearranging the sand grains in a beach that in essence never changes.