Charles BukowskiI drive around the streetsan inch away from weeping, ashamed of my sentimentality andpossible love.
About This Quote
There are times in our lives when we feel that we are too expressive when it comes to showing our love for another person. We may even find ourselves annoyed by the fact that our love is so obvious and in your face. The truth is, however, that we should never feel ashamed of our love and sentimentality. There is something in us that makes us want to show our love in a way that we can be sure the other person will understand and appreciate. If we continue to drive around the streetsan inch away from weeping,ashamed of what we feel inside, then we allow others to control our emotions and feelings about them.
Source: Love Is A Dog From Hell
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