Charles Bukowski Quotes

Whenever there was a crisis, I found a man to help me take the edge off the feelings of helplessness and pain.

My heart is broken. It really is. All the signs are there. I can't sleep- not even burgers. Every time the phone rings, my pulse leaps... But it's never for me, it's never him.

I don't say anything and I feel awful. I tell somebody and I feel worse. I'm having trouble finding a middle ground.

Waiting for your answer is one of the most painful things I have ever been through. At least let me know whether or not I hurt you.

Would you please tell me what you are thinking? Before I go mad?

My heart shoots into my throat every time I think I see his loping walk, or catch sight of some floppy brown hair on a boy - but it's never him, and each time it isn't, my heart does a reverse trajectory down into the very pit of my stomach.

She was on edge, feeling that she might snap or cry at the smallest provocation.

Not returning phone calls is the severest form of torture in the civilized world.

The telephone becomes an instrument of torture in the demonic hands of a beloved who doesn't call.

It'll be all right." Julia's gentleness makes it worse. "In the end, Jace." "It doesn't feel very all right." "That's because it's not the end.

Goodbys always make my throat hurt... I need more hellos.

If anything might hurt her, silence would; and I wanted to hurt her.

Maybe I should call Aaya!(Shigure) If you call him...(Yuki) I'll make you eat that phone.(Kyou) -Shigure-san,Yuki-san, Kyou-kun Shoma

Don't eat your heart.

All Moanday, Tearday, Wailsday, Thumpsday, Frightday, Shatterday.

Something really is wrong with me. And I don't know what it is.

Aren’t you going to ask me if I’m all right?” I say. “No, I’m pretty sure you’re not all right.” He shakes his head. “I’m going to ask you not to make any decisions until we’ve talked about it.

We live at home, quiet, confined, and our feelings prey upon us.

Hermione was screaming again: the sound went through Harry like physical pain.

I feel so alone sometimes. The night is quiet for me. I'd love to be able to sleep. I'll probably not rest. I have no need for all this. Help me, Lord.

I think of Grace and feel a sharp pain in my chest.

I'm tired and I'm sick to death of being without you.

Did you love well what you very soon left? Come home and take me in your arms and take away this stomach ache, headache, heartache.

If you are sad, ask yourself why you are sad. Then pick up the phone and call someone and tell him the answer to the question. If you don't know anyone, call the operator and tell him. Most people don't know that the operator has to listen, it is a law. Also, the postman is not allowed to go inside your house, but you can talk to him on public property for up to four minutes or until he wants to go, whichever comes first.