Pier Paolo Pasolini Quotes

The lonely wanderer, who watches by the seashore the waves that roll between him and his home, talks of cruel facts, material barriers that, just because they are material, and not ideal, shall be the irresistible foes of his longing heart.

Being sent away to boarding school at seven is as great an inspiration as any songwriter could have - to be taken away from one's family and locked away for 10 years. It does create an incredible intensity of emotion.

I understand being alone. I understand not liking it, wishing for something else.

I think everybody can sort of relate to feeling like the outcast and feeling a bit lost and just craving somebody's attention.

Nostalgia is a strange and powerful emotion. As much we try and fight it and fight ourselves, it's very hard not to.

I miss my family every single day.

Weren't you always distracted by expectation, as if every event announced a beloved? (Where can you find a place to keep her, with all the huge strange thoughts inside you going and coming and often staying all night.).

The mind is its own beautiful prisoner. Mind looked long at the sticky moon opening in dusk her new wings then decently hanged himself,one afternoon. The last thing he saw was you naked amid unnaked things.

I'm restless and wildI fall, but I tryI need someone to understand.

She wanted to die, but she also wanted to live in Paris.

Longing is like a seed that wrestles in the ground

Can you understand? Someone, somewhere, can you understand me a little, love me a little? For all my despair, for all my ideals, for all that - I love life. But it is hard, and I have so much - so very much to learn.

You perhaps now know that desire reduces us to pulp.

Take a look at me now, cause there's just an empty space. And you coming back to me is against all odds and that's what I've got to face.

She perched on her windowsill, gazing at the lurid sun soaking into the Caldera, trying to appreciate it even though she couldn’t have it. Why did she always feel she had to do something in the face of beauty?

I'd rather go on hearing your lies, than to go on living without you.

Boo, Forever Spinning like a ghost on the bottom of a top, I'm haunted by all the space that I will live without you.

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

There's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out.

The want of a thing is perplexing enough, but the possession of it, is intolerable.

One writes because one has been touched by the yearning for and the despair of ever touching the Other.

Knowing they were in the same city again made the missing him flare up inside her. In her stomach. Why were people always going on and on about the heart? Almost everything Levi happened in Cath’s stomach.

Sometimes you meet a really nice guy, but no matter how you try, you can't seem to make yourself want him. But that's not nearly as bad as when you meet the wrong guy, and you can't make yourself not want him. You feel hollow inside, just waiting and wishing and dreaming. You feel like every moment is leading to something so amazing that there's no name for it, and if you could just get there with him, it would be such a...relief. It would be all you'd ever need.

Here, take this, she would say, take this, and tell me where he is. Tell me whether he's dead or alive, so I can walk as his widow or his wife. No one would, or could, tell her, and so she continued to cook, and to learn new things all the while searching for an answer among the outcasts. The way he carried his body, the way he walked in my life, Tatiana thought, declared that he was the only man I had ever loved, and he knew it. And until I was alone without him, I thought it was all worth it.