Jason Molina Quotes

Where ever I am I always find myself looking out the window wishing I was somewhere else.

L.A. is a really good home base. I've grown up here, and so sometimes I have wanderlust even though I tour. You think it would be cured by touring, but sometimes I feel like I want to be somewhere else.

There's always this thing of wanting to be elsewhere.

In all climates, under all skies, man's happiness is always somewhere else.

Now more than ever do I realize that I will never be content with a sedentary life, that I will always be haunted by thoughts of a sun-drenched elsewhere.

I always have someplace else I’d rather be, even if I don’t know where that is, yet.

I like any place that isn't here.

When I was very young and the urge to be someplace else was on me, I was assured by mature people that maturity would cure this itch. When years described me as mature, the remedy prescribed was middle age. In middle age I was assured that greater age would calm my fever and now that I am fifty-eight perhaps senility will do the job. Nothing has worked. I fear the disease is incurable.

When I was growing up, I always wanted to be somebody else and live somewhere else. I've always felt a little uncomfortable around people.

I longed from a tiny child to get away on my own. When I was five, I walked out along the sands from Redcar, nearly all the way to Hartlepool.

Something about John Cleese was always very unsettled, I felt. There was always something else he wanted to do. He seemed constantly driven by this sense that there was a nirvana somewhere; some unique place where mind, body and soul would be utterly satisfied.

There are times when you wish you were somewhere else, and someone else.

I always feel discontent, like there's somewhere else to go, somewhere else to be. I'm a very ambitious person.

It sounds so far away and different. I like different places. I like any places that isn't here.

From thought to thought, from mountain peak to mountain. Love leads me on; for I can never still My trouble on the world's well beaten ways.

What are these voices outside love's open door, make us throw off our contentment, and beg for something more?

When you're a kid all you want to do is be somewhere else.

True life is elsewhere

We're always looking for something.

People who travel are always fugitives.

To roam Giddily, and be everywhere but at home, Such freedom doth a banishment become.

And now she was back in the world, not one she could make, but the one that had made her, and she felt herself shrinking under the early evening sky. She was weary of being outdoors, but she was not ready to go in. Was that really all there was in life, indoors or out? Wasn't there somewhere else for people to go?

That her relationship with him was like being content in a house but always sitting by the window and looking out

I'm full of restlessness. Not lonely, exactly - my head is racing with ideas. But it is that old treacherous feeling that real life is happening somewhere else, and I'm left out.