I can never drive my car over a bridge without thinking of suicide. I can never look at a lake or an ocean without thinking of suicide.
Charles BukowskiRead
I was glad I wasn't in love, that I wasn't happy with the world. I like being at odds with everything. People in love often become edgy, dangerous. They lose their sense of perspective. They lose their sense of humor. They become nervous, psychotic bores. They even become killers.
Interpretation
The quote expresses a disdain for being in love, suggesting that it leads to a loss of perspective and a negative change in personality.
In this quote, Charles Bukowski articulates a cynical view on love, indicating that it can provoke emotional instability and a loss of humor or rationality in individuals. He highlights the potential destructive qualities of love, suggesting that it can make people overly serious and even dangerous, thus providing a critical perspective on romantic relationships.
In practice
In a discussion about the complexities of relationships, this quote can illustrate the darker side of love.
I can never drive my car over a bridge without thinking of suicide. I can never look at a lake or an ocean without thinking of suicide.
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So I'm all of love that could make it today.
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I cannot remember a time when I was not in love with them--with the books themselves, cover and binding and the paper they were printed on, with their smell and their weight and with their possession in my arms, captured and carried off to myself.
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