All CHARLES BUKOWSKI Quotes about “Eyes”

“I see men assassinated around me every day. I walk through rooms of the dead, streets of the dead, cities of the dead; men without eyes, men without voices; men with manufactured feelings and standard reactions; men with newspaper brains, television souls and high school ideas.”
“There are times when those eyes inside your brain stare back at you.”
“Her eyes always had a frantic, lost look. He could never cure her eyes of that.”
“I like women who havenâ€™t lived with too many men. I donâ€™t expect virginity but I simply prefer women who havenâ€™t been rubbed raw by experience. There is a quality about women who choose men sparingly; it appears in their walk in their eyes in their laughter and in their gentle hearts. Women who have had too many men seem to choose the next one out of revenge rather than with feeling. When you play the field selfishly everything works against you: one canâ€™t insist on love or demand affection. Youâ€™re finally left with whatever you have been willing to give which often is: nothing.”
“I held her wrists and then I got it through the eyes: hatred, centuries deep and true. I was wrong and graceless and sick. all the things I had learned had been wasted. there was no creature living as foul as I and all my poems were false.”
“And there I was, 225 pounds, perpetually lost and confused, short legs, ape-like upper body, all chest, no neck, head too large, blurred eyes, hair uncombed, 6 feet of geek, waiting for her.”
“and the color in my eyes has gone back into the sea.”
“And if there is anybody out there who is crazy enough to want to become a writer, I'd say go ahead, spit in the eye of the sun, hit those keys, it's the best madness going, the centuries need help, the species cry for light and gamble and laughter. Give it to them. There are enough words for all of us.”
“we drove on and on, past little villages and both good things and bad things were happening to the people in those villages too, but I still was nothing but arms and ears and eyes and maybe there'd be either some good luck for me or more death tomorrow.”
“I sit on the couch watching her arrange her long red hair before my bedroom mirror. she pulls her hair up and piles it on top of her head- she lets her eyes look at my eyes- then she drops her hair and lets it fall down in front of her face. we go to bed and I hold her speechlessly from the back my arm around her neck I touch her wrists and hands feel up to her elbows no further.”

More Charles Bukowski quote about:

You may also like:

Allen Ginsberg
Poet
Anton Chekhov
Physician
Charles Baudelaire
Poet
Chuck Palahniuk
Novelist
Ernest Hemingway
Author
Franz Kafka
Writer
Fyodor Dostoevsky
Novelist
Henry Miller
Writer
Hunter S. Thompson
Journalist
Jack Kerouac
Novelist
John Fante
Novelist
William S. Burroughs
Novelist