A love like that was a serious illness, an illness from which you never entirely recover.

— Charles Bukowski

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You get so alone at times that it just makes sense.

— Charles Bukowski

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Right on the edge of fear was where trust could grow.

— Charles Bukowski

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I've given you my time. It's all I've got to give — it's all any man has.

— Charles Bukowski

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What a weary time those years were — to have the desire and the need to live but not the ability.

— Charles Bukowski

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Real loneliness is not necessarily limited to when you are alone.

— Charles Bukowski

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Glück ist nie von Dauer. Wir dürfen uns nie zu sicher sein. [Können Sie das Unglück noch ertragen?] Ja, darin habe ich Übung. [...] Das Unglück würde mich nicht schocken.

— Charles Bukowski

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