"I was fighting a small fight of my own which wasn’t leading
anywhere—but like a man with a bent spoon trying to dig through a
cement wall I knew that a small fight was better than quitting: it
kept
the heart alive."
anywhere—but like a man with a bent spoon trying to dig through a
cement wall I knew that a small fight was better than quitting: it
kept
the heart alive."
Charles Bukowski
(Source: henrycharlesbukowski, via henrycharlesbukowski)
"I remember awakening one morning and finding everything smeared with the color of forgotten love."
Hank
"I loved you like a man loves a woman he never touches, only writes to, keeps little photographs of."
"I have wanted to kill myself a hundred times, but somehow I am still in love with life. This ridiculous weakness is perhaps one of our most melancholy propensities; for is there anything more stupid than to be eager to go on carrying a burden which one would gladly throw away, to loathe one’s very being and yet to hold fast, to fondle the snake that devours us until it has eaten our hearts away?"
(Source: slekes, via westayedinthewater)
