Maggie Stiefvater Quotes

Out my window.. I see everything I dream about and wished I had

The other girls in the village never felt restless. Nhamo was like a pot of boiling water. 'I want...I want...,' she whispered to herself, but she didn't know what she wanted and she had no idea how to find it.

No one is ever satisfied where he is.

The desire of the moth for the star, Of the night for the morrow, The devotion to something afar From the sphere of our sorrow.

When he was in school he longed to be out, and when he was out he longed to be in. On the way he thought about coming home, and coming home he thought about going. Wherever he was he wished he were somewhere else, and when he got there he wondered why he'd even bothered.

We are never content with our lot.

The one-legged creature is envious of the millipede; the millipede is envious of the snake; the snake is envious of the wind; the wind is envious of the eye; the eye is envious of the heart.

Sharp nostalgia, infinite and terrible, for what I already possess.

The worst feeling in the world is the homesickness that comes over a man occasionally when he is at home.

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

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

I think it's impossible not to see something you wanted happen to someone else and maybe wish it for yourself.

I never want to be satisfied.

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

If you desire, you are restless.

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

I want so much that is not here and do not know where to go.

It is only the hope of what is claimed that begets and nurishes the wish.

I strongly wish for what I faintly hope; like the daydreams of melancholy men, I think and think in things impossible, yet love to wander in that golden maze.

I'm the kind of person that when I really want something, I wish for it. I wish on shooting stars. I wish on lots of things.

We are poor, indeed, when we have no half-wishes left us. The heart and the imagination close the shutters the instant they are gone.

We yearned for the future. How did we learn it, that talent for insatiability?

Its really most remarkable how the human race is so seldom satisfied with what its got. Give a man the world and he's pining for the moon.

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

Desire is never final, desire is imprecise and impractical [...]