I can never drive my car over a bridge without thinking of suicide. I can never look at a lake or an ocean without thinking of suicide.
Charles BukowskiRead
I sit on the couch watching her arrange her long red hair before my bedroom mirror. she pulls her hair up and piles it on top of her head- she lets her eyes look at my eyes- then she drops her hair and lets it fall down in front of her face. we go to bed and I hold her speechlessly from the back my arm around her neck I touch her wrists and hands feel up to her elbows no further.
Interpretation
This quote captures an intimate moment between two people, highlighting their connection and tenderness towards each other.
In this quote, Charles Bukowski paints a vivid and detailed picture of a quiet, intimate moment shared between lovers. The act of arranging her hair signifies a kind of vulnerability and beauty, while the physical closeness they share in bed emphasizes their emotional bond. Bukowski's words evoke a sense of tenderness and unspoken affection, showcasing how love transcends mere words and is often expressed through simple yet profound actions.
In practice
This quote can be used in a romantic setting, such as during an anniversary dinner.
I can never drive my car over a bridge without thinking of suicide. I can never look at a lake or an ocean without thinking of suicide.
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