Charles Bukowski Quotes about Hurt

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I lapsed into my pathetic cut-off period. Often with humans, both good and bad, my senses simply shut off, they get tired, I give up. I am polite. I nod. I pretend to understand because I don’t want anybody to be hurt.

I lapsed into my pathetic cut-off period. Often with humans, both good and bad, my senses simply shut off, they get tired, I give up. I am polite. I nod. I pretend to understand because I don’t want anybody to be hurt. That is the one weakness that has lead me into the most trouble. Trying to be kind to others I often get my soul shredded into a kind of spiritual pasta. No matter. My brain shuts off. I listen. I respond. And they are too dumb to know that I am not there.

Charles Bukowski

Spiritual, Hurt, Giving Up

Charles Bukowski (2009). “Hollywood”, p.29, Canongate Books

I pretend to understand because I don't want anybody to be hurt

Charles Bukowski

Hurt, Want

Charles Bukowski (2009). “Hollywood”, p.29, Canongate Books

your letters got sadder. your lovers betrayed you. kid, I wrote back, all lovers betray. it didn't help. you said you had a crying bench and it was by a bridge and the bridge was over the river and you sat on the crying bench every night and wept for the lovers who had hurt and forgotten you.

Charles Bukowski

Hurt, Kids, Night

I was young I was so young it hurt like a knife inside because there was no alternative except to hide as long as possible--- not in self-pity but with dismay at my limited chance: trying to connect.

Charles Bukowski

Hurt, Self, Knives

Charles Bukowski, “Friends Within The Darkness”