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
Oh, I don’t mean you’re handsome, not the way people think of handsome. Your face seems kind. But your eyes - they’re beautiful. They’re wild, crazy, like some animal peering out of a forest on fire.
Interpretation
This quote expresses a deep appreciation for someone's unique beauty that goes beyond conventional standards, highlighting kindness and a wild spirit.
Charles Bukowski's quote encapsulates a profound perception of beauty that is not confined to traditional norms. It emphasizes the essence of a person's character, suggesting that true attractiveness lies in kindness and a passionate nature, illustrated by the vivid imagery of 'wild, crazy' eyes reminiscent of an untamed creature in a dramatic setting.
In practice
In a romantic dinner conversation to express your appreciation for your partner's unique beauty.
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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