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 would give anything for a female's hand on me tonight. they soften a man and then leave him listening to the rain.
Interpretation
The quote expresses a longing for the comfort and tenderness that a romantic connection can provide.
In this quote, Charles Bukowski articulates a deep yearning for the emotional and physical intimacy that comes from a romantic relationship with a woman. He suggests that such a connection not only brings a sense of softness and vulnerability to a man but also leaves him in a reflective state, evoking a sense of longing and contemplation as he listens to the rain. The imagery illustrates how love and companionship can impact a person's emotional landscape.
In practice
This quote can be used to express feelings of nostalgia in a romantic relationship.
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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