Charles Bukowski Quotes

I like being alone and I think this movie, as much as it is an investigation of connection and people bonding, I also think it's just as much about loneliness.

I came to the conclusion that people were just peculiar, I withdrew from them, and never thought about them until I was forced to.

People come and people go, moving fast and moving slow, I'm in a crowd and yet I'm all alone.

What I'm interested in is human beings alone.

I have always written about characters who fall somewhere in the spectrum between solitary and totally alienated.

We're really all alone. We can't ever get inside another person's spirit, and see the world they do. So we are alone in that sense. The only way we have to communicate feelings is through words.

I can go days without meaningful human interaction.

When they are alone they want to be with others, and when they are with others they want to be alone. After all, human beings are like that.

We are never the same with others as when we are alone. We are different, even when we are in the dark with them.

I wanted to communicate and connect. I simply didn't seem able to do it.

Sitting on a bedroom floor crying is something that makes you feel really alone. If someone's singing about that feeling, you feel bonded to that person.

One of the odd enjoyments in life is to be alone in a room full of people. To have them there as unknowing human filler in your wide shot.

I am more sensitive than other people. Things that other people would not notice awaken a distinct echo in me, and in such moments of lucidity, when I look at myself, I see that I am alone, all alone, all alone.

Many people must live and die alone, even in Winesburg.

So it is that Lonely Places attract as many lonely people as they produce, and the loneliness we see in them is partly in ourselves.

I had been alone more than I could have been had I gone by myself.

Sometimes I looked at them and sometimes they looked at me, but rarely did we look at one another.

... we are all terribly alone no matter what people say.

What now on the other hand makes people sociable is their incapacity to endure solitude and thus themselves.

He spoke of human solitude, about the intrinsic loneliness of a sophisticated mind, one that is capable of reason and poetry but which grasps at straws when it comes to understanding another, a mind aware of the impossibility of absolute understanding. The difficulty of having a mind that understands that it will always be misunderstood.

Be alone even when there's a million people around, because tomorrow it will be a different million people.

Men don't live well by themselves. They don't even live like people. They live like bears with furniture.

I don't doubt that a man can live perfectly well on his own, but I'm convinced that he begins to die as soon as he closes the door of his house behind him.

How could I fail to be a lone wolf, and an uncouth hermit, as I did not share one of its aims nor understand one of its pleasures?

I didn't like being alone. Being alone was slightly better than having to deal with people, that's all. Or so I'd convinced myself.