Quotes About Unfulfilled

And it's not the thought that she must miss them, but that she's no longer capable of missing them, that makes me sad. What we miss—what we lose and what we mourn—isn't it this that makes us who, deep down, we truly are. To say nothing of what we wanted in life but never got to have.

he hated the phony patriots, the goddamn goose-stepping flag-waving patriots, who really loved the status quo more than they loved the country and its promises unfulfilled.

Kate has no job, nor does she pursue an interest; she cannot develop. Her life is as circular as the novel it defines.

If there have been mute inglorious Miltons in rural villages, presumably there have been unrealized Washingtons born in unpropitious times.

Sometimes I feel like a has-been who never was.

Is there anything in the world more graceless, more dishonouring, than to desire a woman whom you will never have? Throughout

Their combined ages were two hundred and sixty-three years. None of them had ever been out of England, fought in a war, been in prison, ridden a horse, travelled in an aeroplane, got married, or given birth to a child. There seemed no reason why they should not continue in the same style until they died. Year in, year out, nothing ever happened in the Comstock family.

But Lucy was unmothered, as unmothered as it was possible to be, and the thing that therapist never told her, the six-months you're-so-very-resilient therapist, was that it was hard to be a mother when you had never been mothered yourself. Your children's needs remind you of your needs. Their pain reminds you of your pain. All of it reminds you of how bad it felt, how hard it was, how much you wanted and needed and didn't get. It's very hard.

Bernatha had a clockwork heart, but that heart did not run.

In both cases, unfulfilled love results in the total negation of Echo's body and the near negation of her voice.

And then there's the sickness I feel from looking at legs I can't touch, or at lips that don't smile at me. Or hips that don't reach for me. And hearts that don't beat for me.

I also knew Grenville was a man easily bored.

We built a world of words and yet none satisfy now.

It may be that what you could be haunts you. It is real. It is a weight you have to carry around. Each failure to become, to be, is a weight. Each state you could inhabit is a burden as heavy as any physical weight, but more so, because it weighs on your soul. It is the ghost of your possibilities hanging around your neck, an invisible albatros, potentials unknowingly murdered.

Most people die with their music still locked up inside them.

The discontented man finds no easy chair.

I've been with beautiful women, had my share of highs and lows. But I have a regret - I wanted to be a hero. I never got the chance, even though I was good-looking, I could sing and dance too.

There's a hell of a lot of horny people out there who are not being gratified in the way they should be.

when he gets bored with this dumb twat, he'll just find another girl who is pretending to be that girl, and he'll never have to do anything hard in his life.

Millions of dollars later, and neither of them were happy. Money is wasted on the rich. We

There are too many books I haven't read, too many places I haven't seen, too many memories I haven't kept long enough.

I never learned to ride a bicycle, and it is too late now. I never learned to drive. I never learned to swim.

Both of them were ahead of their time, but they didn't live long enough to see the time they were ahead of.

Every year I live I am more convinced that the waste of life lies in the love we have not given, the powers we have not used, the selfish prudence which will risk nothing, and which, shirking pain, misses happiness as well.