Michael Cunningham Quotes

When love congeals It soon reveals The faint aroma of performing seals, The double-crossing of a pair of heels. I wish I were in love again!

When I see daughters with their fathers I wonder what that would be like, although not in a way that immobilises me.

I would love to re-visit Darla. I miss her. I really do.

I feel perhaps my heart is still in China.

Despite the successes, you remember the failures - rather lovingly.

I could feel it in my bones, how I missed the heat of my country and the love of my family.

I enjoyed being in California for a while. But that's the thing about London: you can't really shake it. I've always had the impression when I was in L.A. for long periods of time that simultaneously my life was happening somewhere else, and I'm missing it.

Seeing a time period captured in film, you know, it does make you feel nostalgic.

I should never have left Italy and Juve.

I'd really like to go back to New Japan because it feels like home, and I love that place so much.

Sam looked at me, yellow eyes catching and holding me. "I miss being me. I miss you. All the time.

I see a long lost home in his eyes. He sees a nice hotel in mine.

The impulse for much writing is homesickness. You are trying to get back home, and in your writing you are invoking that home, so you are assuaging the homesickness.

My heart shoots into my throat every time I think I see his loping walk, or catch sight of some floppy brown hair on a boy - but it's never him, and each time it isn't, my heart does a reverse trajectory down into the very pit of my stomach.

But just as soon as this war's over and finished with,I'll get back home and marry her.I've grown up with her, Joey, known her all my life. S'pose I know her almost as well as I know myself, and I like her a lot better.

It was as if the empty nights were made for thinking of him. And sometimes I found myself so vividly aware of him it was as if he had only just left the room and the ring of his voice were still there. And somehow, there was a disturbing comfort in that, and, despite myself, I’d envision his face.

That lovely voice; how I should weep for joy if I could hear it now!

Sometimes, language is the sound of longing

I, who called love my hope for love.

I miss my father. I miss my grandfather. I miss my home. And I miss my mother. But the thing is, for almost three years, I managed not to miss any of them. And then I spent that one day with that one girl. One day ... It was like she gave me her whole self, and somehow as a result, I gave her more of myself than I even realized there was to give. But then she was gone. And only after I'd been filled up by her, by that day, did I understand how empty I really was.

This world can only give me reminders of what I don't have, can never have, didn't have for long enough.

My first love, you're every breath that I take, you're every step I make

Jake went in, aware that he had, for the first time in three weeks, opened a door without hoping madly to find another world on the other side. A bell jingled overhead. The mild, spicy smell of old books hit him, and the smell was somehow like coming home.

...you find yourself studying the fine colors on the river, you feel wonder and awe at the setting of the sun, and you are filled with a hard, aching love for how the world could be and always should be, but now is not.