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
there is a place in the heart that will never be filled a space and even during the best moments and the greatest times times we will know it we will know it more than ever there is a place in the heart that will never be filled and we will wait and wait in that space.
Interpretation
What this quote means
This quote conveys the idea that some emotional voids in our hearts remain unfilled, even amidst joy and fulfillment.
Charles Bukowski's quote reflects on the inherent emptiness that exists within us, emphasizing that no matter how joyous or successful our moments may be, there will always be an unresolved longing or absence that we carry. This unfilled space in our hearts serves as a reminder of what we desire or miss, highlighting the complexity of human emotions where joy and sorrow coexist.
Themes
HeartLongingEmptinessEmotionsLove
In practice
Example use cases
During a heartfelt speech about love, one could quote this to discuss the empty spaces we carry as part of our emotional experience.
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