Charles Bukowski Quotes About Waiting

Quotes about: Waiting

• We are like roses that have never bothered to bloom when we should have bloomed and it is as if the sun has become disgusted with waiting

  Charles Bukowski

  Should Have, Rose, Waiting

• Things will be far worse than they are now. And far better. I wait.

  Charles Bukowski

  Waiting

• In my next life I want to be a cat. To sleep 20 hours a day and wait to be fed. To sit around licking my ass.

  Charles Bukowski

  Sleep, Cat, Waiting

  Charles Bukowski (2015). “On Cats”, p.98, Canongate Books

• There's no light at the end of the tunnel, there isn't even a tunnel. The best thing I can do is get drunk and listen to classical music. Or sleep and wait for death to get closer. Leaving this will not be a horrible thing. Yet I'm glad, somehow, that I threw my words in the air: confetti, celebrating nothing.

  Charles Bukowski

  Sleep, Air, Tunnels

• Don't wait for the good woman. She doesn't exist. There are women who can make you feel more with their bodies and their souls but these are the exact women who will turn the knife into you right in front of the crowd.

  Charles Bukowski

  Knives, Waiting, Soul

  "Charles Bukowski: Locked in the Arms of a Crazy Life". Book by Howard Sounes, 1998.

• 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.

  Charles Bukowski

  Heart, Space, Waiting

  Charles Bukowski (2009). “You Get So Alone at Times”, p.26, Harper Collins

• The Laughing Heart your life is your life don’t let it be clubbed into dank submission. be on the watch. there are ways out. there is a light somewhere. it may not be much light but it beats the darkness. be on the watch. the gods will offer you chances. know them. take them. you can’t beat death but you can beat death in life, sometimes. and the more often you learn to do it, the more light there will be. your life is your life. know it while you have it. you are marvelous the gods wait to delight in you.

  Charles Bukowski

  Heart, Light, Laughing

  Charles Bukowski, “The Laughing Heart”

• That's how it is with books, isn't it: They're not in a hurry. They'll wait for you till you're ready. People empty me. I have to go away to refill.

  Charles Bukowski

  Book, People, Waiting

• Sometimes there's luck,
  When there is you stock up on it
  and wait for the other times

  Charles Bukowski

  Waiting, Luck, Sometimes

• I tell you such fine music waits in the shadows of hell.

  Charles Bukowski

  Waiting, Shadow, Hell

• Most of the world was mad. And the part that wasn't mad was angry. And the part that wasn't mad or angry was just stupid. I had no chance. I had no choice. Just hang on and wait for the end. It was hard work. It was the hardest work imaginable.

  Charles Bukowski

  Stupid, Hard Work, Mad

• Too often the people complain that they have done nothing with their lives and then they wait for somebody to tell them that this isn't so.

  Charles Bukowski

  People, Waiting, Complaining

• I wasn’t going anywhere and neither was the rest of the world. We were all just hanging around waiting to die and meanwhile doing little things to fill the space. Some of use weren’t even doing little things. We were vegetables.

  Charles Bukowski

  Vegetables, Space, Waiting

• 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.

  Charles Bukowski

  Confused, Eye, Hair

  Charles Bukowski (2007). “Women”, Ecco

• there is moss on the walls and the stain of thought and failure and waiting

  Charles Bukowski

  Wall, Waiting, Moss

  Charles Bukowski (2012). “The Pleasures of the Damned: Selected Poems 1951-1993”, p.152, Canongate Books

• Somebody at one of these places asked me: "What do you do? How do you write, create?" You don't, I told them. You "don't try". That's very important: not to try, either for Cadillacs, creation or immortality. You wait, and if nothing happens, you wait some more. It's like a bug high on the wall. You wait for it to come to you. When it gets close enough you reach out, slap out and kill it. Or if you like it's looks, you make a pet out of it.

  Charles Bukowski

  Wall, Writing, Waiting

• You have to lay down in the center of the action lay down and wait until it charges then you must get up face it get it before it gets you the whole process is more shy than vulnerable so lay down and wait sometimes it's ten minutes sometimes it's years sometimes it never arrives but you can't rush it push it there's no way to cheat or get a jump on it you have to lay down lay down and wait like an animal .

  Charles Bukowski

  Animal, Waiting, Lays

  "The Pleasures of the Damned: Selected Poems 1951-1993".

• That moment - to this ... may be years in the way they measure, but it's only one sentence back in my mind - there are so many days when living stops and pulls up and sits and waits like a train on the rails. I pass the hotel at 8 and at 5; there are cats in the alleys and bottles and bums, and I look up at the window and think, I no longer know where you are, and I walk on and wonder where the living goes when it stops.

  Charles Bukowski

  Cat, Thinking, Years

  Charles Bukowski (2016). “On Love”, p.9, Canongate Books

• in the cupboard sits my bottle like a dwarf waiting to scratch out my prayers. I drink and cough like some idiot at a symphony, sunlight and maddened birds are everywhere, the phone rings gamboling its sound against the odds of the crooked sea; I drink deeply and evenly now, I drink to paradise and death and the lie of love.

  Charles Bukowski

  Prayer, Lying, Drinking

• soon I'll finish this 5th of Puerto Rican rum. in the morning I'll vomit and shower, drive back in, have a sandwich by 1 p.m., be back in my room by 2, stretched on the bed, waiting for the phone to ring, not answering, my holiday is an evasion, mt reasoning is not.

  Charles Bukowski

  Morning, Holiday, Phones

• I never pump up my vulgarity. I wait for it to arrive in its own terms.

  Charles Bukowski

  Waiting, Pumps, Term

  Charles Bukowski (1978). “Women”

• little sun little moon little dog and a little to eat and a little to love and a little to live for in a little room filled with little mice who gnaw and dance and run while I sleep waiting for a little death in the middle of a little morning in a little city in a little state my little mother dead my little father dead in a little cemetery somewhere. I have only a little time to tell you this: watch out for little death when he comes running but like all the billions of little deaths it will finally mean nothing and everything: all your little tears burning like the dove, wasted.

  Charles Bukowski

  Mother, Running, Dog

  Charles Bukowski (2009). “sifting through the madness for the word, the line, the way: New Poems”, p.308, Zondervan

• there are so many days when living stops and pulls up and sits and waits like a train on the rails.

  Charles Bukowski

  Waiting, Pull Ups, Rail

  Charles Bukowski (2016). “On Love”, p.9, Canongate Books

• The street to my left was backed up with traffic and I watched the people waiting patiently in the cars. There was almost always a man and a women, staring straight ahead, not talking. It was, finally, for everyone, a matter of waiting. You waited and you waited- for the hospital, the doctor, the plumber, the madhouse, the jail, papa death himself. First the signal red, then the signal was green. The citizens of the world ate food and watched t.v. and worried about their jobs or lack of the same, while they waited.

  Charles Bukowski

  Jobs, Men, Doctors

• That was the trouble with being a writer, that was the main trouble—leisure time, excessive leisure time. You had to wait around for the buildup until you could write and while you were waiting you went crazy, and while you were going crazy you drank and the more you drank the crazier you got.

  Charles Bukowski

  Crazy, Writing, Waiting

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