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
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.
Interpretation
This quote reflects the pain of heartbreak and the universal experience of betrayal in love.
In this quote, Charles Bukowski captures the deep sorrow and loneliness that comes from experiencing betrayal in romantic relationships. He acknowledges the sender's pain while conveying that such betrayals are a common part of life, highlighting the emotional landscape of love, loss, and the need for a space to grieve these experiences.
In practice
Using this quote in a discussion about the trials of love during a relationship seminar.
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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