Michael Cunningham Quotes

A thousand Dreams within me softly burn: From time to time my heart is like some oak Whose blood runs golden where a branch is torn.

Whatever I want,' he says. 'Yes.' 'I'm afraid you haven't been privy to that dream yet.

What difference is there between us, save a restless dream that follows my soul but fears to come near you?

Even as a child I had a strong relationship with yearning and desire. And loss. Those things spoke to me.

But what we call our despair is often only the painful eagerness of unfed hope.

I constantly felt (as I suppose many an ambitious girl has felt) a thumping from within unanswered by any beckoning from without.

Desire then is the invasion of the whole self by the wish, which, as it invades, sets going more and more of the psychical processes; but at the same time, so long as it remains desire, does not succeed in getting possession of the self.

All of those years, I felt like 'Heaven's Gate' was a beautiful, fantastically colored balloon tied to a string fastened to my wrist, so the balloon could never fly.

Far away, our dreams have nothing to do with what we do. The wind carries the night, and passes on, aimless.

Hope is a dream deferred.

We all dream of things we cannot have.

A child forgets a time of hunger but never forgets the aching want of other things.

I love you. And I want you, too. But. However. Unfortunately...

I am a jumble of passions, misgivings, and wants. It seems that I am always in a state of wishing and rarely in a state of contentment.

Grace, who haunted my thoughts when I couldn’t dream

I want you more than I should," she heard herself say. "I have you less than I want.

If I could have him like this in my dreams every night of my life, I'd stake my entire life on dreams and be done with the rest.

I knew what it was to yearn for a life so distant it seemed that it had never been anything more than a dream.

Does it ever stop? The wanting you?" "Even when I've just left ye. I want you so much my chest feels tight and my fingers ache with wanting to touch ye again.

Dreams would always end with you, and then mornings would steal you away with a cruelty that haunted my days.

To want and not to have, sent all up her body a hardness, a hollowness, a strain. And then to want and not to have- to want and want- how that wrung the heart, and wrung it again and again!

I don't want to live the rest of my life thinking about you and dreaming of what might have been. Stay with me, Allie.

I want.." she said, knowing what she wanted, feeling pulled toward it, arching toward it, but hardly knowing how to say it.

The graveyard is the richest place on earth, because it is here that you will find all the hopes and dreams that were never fulfilled, the books that were never written, the songs that were never sung, the inventions that were never shared, the cures that were never discovered, all because someone was too afraid to take that first step, keep with the problem, or determined to carry our their dream.

When I waked, I cried to dream again