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 will remember the kisses our lips raw with love and how you gave me everything you had and how I offered you what was left of me, and I will remember your small room the feel of you the light in the window your records your books our morning coffee our noons our nights our bodies spilled together sleeping the tiny flowing currents immediate and forever your leg my leg your arm my arm your smile and the warmth of you who made me laugh again.
Interpretation
The quote reflects on the deep emotional connection and intimate moments shared with a loved one.
In this quote, Charles Bukowski poignantly captures the essence of love through vivid imagery and intimate memories. He recalls the small yet significant moments spent with his partner, emphasizing the raw emotions felt during their love-making and the warmth derived from their physical and emotional closeness. The details, from shared kisses to the simple act of enjoying coffee together, highlight how love encompasses both the grand and the mundane, leaving a lasting imprint on our hearts.
In practice
During a wedding speech to celebrate enduring 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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