Charles Bukowski Quotes

Beauty surrounds us, but usually we need to be walking in a garden to know it.

Nature and books belong to the eyes that see them.

I simply liked looking at the world around us.

Important lessons: look carefully; record what you see. Find a way to make beauty necessary; find a way to make necessity beautiful.

The scenery when it is truly seen reacts on the life of the seer.

The true creator may be recognized by his ability always to find about him, in the commonest and humblest thing, items worthy of note.

My idea being that for the sublime and the beautiful and the interesting, you do not have to look far away. You have to know how to see.

Many eyes go through the meadow, but few see the flowers in it

The beauty that is there is also available for me, too. But I see a deeper beauty that isn't so readily available to others.... I don't see how studying a flower ever detracts from its beauty. It only adds

A lot of the time you keep looking for beauty, but it is already there. And if you look with a little bit more intention, you see it.

So many things become beautiful when you really look.

Rivers and the inhabitants of the watery element were made for wise men to contemplate, and fools to pass by without consideration.

Most gladly would I give the blood-stained laurel for the first violet which March brings us, the fragrant pledge of the new-fledged year.

Now, it's so sacred. It's how I see the world. I can't help but look at people, their physicality, and how they move. It's how I see everything.

Truth is no rounder than a horse's eye.

Everybody's twelve years old in an apple orchard.

There is creation in the eye.

We can get so wrapped up in our own misconceptions that we miss the simple beauty of the truth.

That is ever the difference between the wise and the unwise: the latter wonders at what is unusual; the wise man wonders at the usual.

The things that brought me the most comfort now were too small to list. Raspberries in cream. Sparrows with cocked heads. Shadows of bare limbs making for sidewalk filigrees. Roses past their prime with their petals loose about them. The shouts of children at play in the neighborhood, Ginger Rogers on the black-and-white screen.

If you're going into stand-up, you're hyper-analyzing the world and asking as many questions about a thing as you possibly can so you can figure out the ultimate nature of that thing.

To the humble man, and to the humble man alone, the sun is really a sun; to the humble man, and to the humble man alone, the sea is really a sea.

There is none so blind as he who will not see. We must not close our minds, we must let our thoughts be free. For every hour that passes by, we know the world gets a little bit older, it's time to realize that beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder.

I have to tell it again and again: I have no doctrine. I only point out something. I point out reality, I point out something in reality which has not or too little been seen. I take him who listens to me at his hand and lead him to the window. I push open the window and point outside. I have no doctrine, I carry on a dialogue.

I see pictures all the time. I could stay for hours and watch a raindrop.