Quotes About Unfulfilled

cardboard cutout of a husband, a man who cared for her not at all?

Desire for power is a kind of greed indulged by the unfulfilled

He was one of those men who possess almost every gift except the gift of the power to use them.

I've allowed myself to lead this little life, when inside me there was so much more.

Weep for the lives your wishes never led.

I'm just not prepared to be treated like this anymore.' 'Treated like what?' She sighed, and it was a moment before she spoke. 'Like you always want to be somewhere else, with someone else.

And I am still haunted by all the things I could have been.

To show a longing for anything that one cannot have, for instance, is not a clever position.

TRIGGER 1. YOUR IDEAL PRODUCT DOESN'T EXIST The first trigger is the simplest. Is there a product or service you really want that is not available?

Night and morning are making promises to each other which neither will be able to keep.

Wasn't it true, then, that everything in his life from that point on had been a succession of things he hadn't really wanted to do?

She cried because she'd had such high, high hopes about the Wheelers tonight and now she was terribly, terribly, terribly disappointed. She cried because she was fifty six years old and her feet were ugly and swollen and horrible; she cried because none of the girls had liked her at school and none of the boys had liked her later; she cried because Howard Givings was the only man who'd ever asked her to marry him, and because she'd done it, and because her only child was insane.

When you are bored, restless, longing for something more, unfulfilled, feeling like you've settled, haunted by the sense of being trapped in your own life, these are the deep waters of your soul speaking to you, telling you something is wrong, something is missing, something needs to change.

The philosopher Friedrich Nietzsche explored the burden of the unlived that is not reclaimed: Zarathustra goes to the grave with the unfulfilled dreams of his youth. He speaks to them as if they were ghosts who have betrayed him bitterly. They struck up a dance and then spoiled the music. Did the past make his path so weighty? Did his unlived life impede him and consign him to a life that seems not to pass?

What was I supposed to be, growing in your womb -- assuming it was even in our womb that I was conceived? A seed of hope? A ticket purchased to ferry you from the dark? A patch for that hole you carried in your heart? If so, then I wasn't enough. I wasn't nearly enough. I was no balm to your pain, only another dead end, another burden, and you must have seen that early on. You must have realized it. But what could you do? You couldn't go down to the pawnshop and sell me.

They feel wronged. they haven't been given their due. No one loved them enough. Of course they expect you to love them. They want to be held, rocked, reassured. But it's a mistake to give it to them. They can't accept it. They can't accept the very thing they're needing. They end up hating you for it. And it never ends because they can't hate you enough. It never ends - the misery, the apologies, the promises, the reneging, the wretchedness of it all.

Some people, no matter what you give them, still want the moon. The bread, the salt, white meat and dark meat, still hungry. The marriage bed and the cradle, still empty arms. You give them land, their own earth under their feet, still they take to the roads. And water: dig them the deepest, still it's not deep enough to drink the moon from.

This world can only give me reminders of what I don't have, can never have, didn't have for long enough.

There is a ghost here. A lonely, heartbroken spirit. The ghost of everything that could've been and never was.

You have failed to complete your mission. You didn't even get NEAR completing it, in fact. You deserve to be disfigured. Be ashamed.

Desiring something that you cannot possess is but a fruitless voyage.

Poco después, llegó el día de la Primera Comunión. Fue un día muy agitado. Me vistieron de blanco, con un velo también blanco. Me habían dicho que tenía que pedir por todo el mundo, pero nadie me decía qué es lo que tenía que pedir para todo el mundo. Así que pedí para mí, y pedí un caballo vivo. Nunca me lo trajeron.

No one seemed to understand. I'd go to movies, see friends, but after a couple days I'd catch myself reading plane schedules, looking for something, someplace to go: a bomb in Afghanistan, a flood in Haiti. I'd become a predator, endlessly gliding in saltwater seas, searching for the scent of blood.

I always wanted to meet David Hasselhoff, but I never did.