Charles Bukowski Quote Explained: I loved you like a man loves a woman he never touches, only writes to, keeps little photographs of.

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It is possible to be truly mad and to still exist upon scraps of life.

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Each man’s hell is in a different place: mine is just up and behind my ruined face.

- Charles Bukowski

Poet

· Germany

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The hangover was brutal but he didn’t mind. It told him he had been somewhere else, someplace good. Explain

- Charles Bukowski

Poet

· Germany

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don’t be ashamed of anything; I guess God meant it all like locks on doors.

- Charles Bukowski

Poet

· Germany

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Long ago, among other lies they were taught that silence was bravery.

- Charles Bukowski

Poet

· Germany

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some moments are nice, some are nicer, some are even worth writing about.

- Charles Bukowski

Poet

· Germany

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Long before I became ‘rich and famous’ I just sat round drinking wine and staring at the walls.

- Charles Bukowski

Poet

· Germany

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There is something about writing poetry that brings a man close to the cliff’s edge.

- Charles Bukowski

Poet

· Germany

I loved you like a man loves a woman he never touches, only writes to, keeps little photographs of.

I loved you like a man loves a woman he never touches, only writes to, keeps little photographs of.

It is possible to be truly mad and to still exist upon scraps of life.

Each man’s hell is in a different place: mine is just up and behind my ruined face.

The hangover was brutal but he didn’t mind. It told him he had been somewhere else, someplace good. Explain

don’t be ashamed of anything; I guess God meant it all like locks on doors.

Long ago, among other lies they were taught that silence was bravery.

some moments are nice, some are nicer, some are even worth writing about.

Long before I became ‘rich and famous’ I just sat round drinking wine and staring at the walls.

There is something about writing poetry that brings a man close to the cliff’s edge.

It is no more in our power to love always than it was not to love at all. Explain

The sweetest of all sounds is that of the voice of the woman we love. Explain

At the beginning and at the end of love, the two lovers are embarrassed to find themselves alone. Explain

I paint self-portraits because I am so often alone, because I am the person I know best.

One seeks to make the loved one entirely happy, or, if that cannot be, entirely wretched. Explain

Love begins with love ; and the warmest friendship cannot change even to the coldest love. Explain

We perceive when love begins and when it declines by our embarrassment when alone together. Explain

We can recognize the dawn and the decline of love by the uneasiness we feel when alone together. Explain

I loved you like a man loves a woman he never touches, only writes to, keeps little photographs of.

I loved you like a man loves a woman he never touches, only writes to, keeps little photographs of.

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