Rachel Cusk Quotes

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

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

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

If you desire, you are restless.

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

How terrible it is to have no cares, no longings. I do not fit. I feel too deeply and want too much. As cages go, it is a gilded one, but I shall not live well in it or any cage for that matter.

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

For without you, I swear, the town Has become like a prison to me. Distraction and the mountain And the desert, all I desire.

His pacing stopped. The mattress sighed as he sat on the edge. seconds ticked by before he spoke so softly she could barely hear. "Sometimes I want to leave this town so bad I can taste it.

Boredom: the desire for desires.

In prison, those things withheld from and denied to the prisoner become precisely what he wants most of all.

Such is the state of life, that none are happy but by the anticipation of change: the change itself is nothing; when we have made it, the next wish is to change again.

Where does discontent start? You are warm enough, but you shiver. You are fed, yet hunger gnaws you. You have been loved, but your yearning wanders in new fields. And to prod all these there's time, the Bastard Time.

I used to dream of being other places, other people. It was an escape for me.

Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing.

Little islands are all large prisons: one cannot look at the sea without wishing for the wings of a swallow.

I wasn't unhappy, but I was a little like: 'Is this it? Really?' I was thirsty.

I've always had this deep and chronic sense of dissatisfaction.

People of this world are deluded. They're always longing for something - always, in a word, seeking.

The more I get used to my life, the more restless I become.

So much of my intention with songs is to voice a continual dissatisfaction, or at least to claw my way out of it.

You can certainly get an idea of the value of memory if your memories can carry you out into the world no matter how utterly dissatisfied you may be with the present and wish you could get away from it.

Before I moved to the city I spent every Saturday sitting in church wishing I could be living on my own, doing what I wanted.

If I could miracle myself away, I would live out West.