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
Love is a fog that burns with the first daylight of reality.
Interpretation
Love can be fleeting and may dissipate when confronted with harsh truths.
This quote by Charles Bukowski suggests that love is often an illusion, representing a romanticized or foggy view of reality that may seem beautiful but ultimately fades away in the light of truth. The imagery of fog represents the confusion and obscured vision sometimes associated with love, while the 'first daylight of reality' implies that confronting real-life circumstances can shatter the idealization of romantic feelings.
In practice
This quote could be shared during a wedding speech to highlight the contrast between romance and reality.
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.
when I am feeling low all i have to do is watch my cats and my courage returns
The masses are always wrong...Wisdom is doing everything the crowd does not do. All you do is reverse the totality of their learning and you have the heaven they're looking for.
I'm going to open another vottle. not a vottle, but a bottle. you open it and I'll drink it. and you try to write as much as I did without falling off of your chair.
To experience real agony is something hard to write about, impossible to understand while it grips you; you're frightened out of your wits, canβt sit still, move, or even go decently insane.
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My idea of Christmas, whether old-fashioned or modern, is very simple: loving others. Come to think of it, why do we have to wait for Christmas to do that?
Die for adultery! No: The wren goes to't, and the small gilded fly does lecher in my sight
I kissed thee ere I killed thee. No way but this, Killing myself, to die upon a kiss.
The moment we begin to seek love, love begins to seek us. And to save us.
But, when the chips are down, its better to be furious with someone you love, or frightened for someone you love, than be put through the merciless horror of being ashamed of someone you love.
I desperately need the love of complete strangers. That's one reason I overtip. I love when skycaps, waiters, and valets are happy to see me.
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