Lauren Graham Quotes

Why is the place where I want to be so often so far from where I am?

Did you ever feel like the whole world was going to a party and your invitation got lost in the mail?

when we are weary, we speak lovingly of dreams as if they embodied our true deisres-What we WOULD have when that which we DO have so sorely disappoints us

My background sets me apart. I've never been able to relate to many people. I've always been the outcast child.

Jealousy is an ugly emotion, but it tells the truth. You mostly envy those who have what you desire.

Society is the picnic certain individuals leave early, the party they fail to enjoy, the musical comedy they find not worth the price of admission.

Texas is rich in unredeemed dreams

Sometimes I feel like I've got my nose pressed up against the window of a bakery, only I'm the bread.

Hopes were wallflowers. Hopes hugged the perimeter of a dance floor in your brain, tugging at their party lace, all perfume and hems and doomed expectation. They fanned their dance cards, these guests that pressed against the walls of your heart.

Just once in my life--oh, when have I ever wanted anything just once in my life?

One day you're racing about the business of life, harried but vital, a part of its machinery. Then gradually but inexorably you are left out, until one day you find the machinery tearing along without you - and nobody even notices.

Oh, must we dream our dreams and have them, too?

Half of the time I don't know what they're talking about; their jokes seem to relate to a past that everyone but me has shared. I'm a foreigner in the world and I don't understand the language.

There are women who are wishing that they were that piece of tape right now.

We all dream of things we cannot have.

My words are the garment of what I shall never be Like the tucked sleeve of a one-armed boy.

It is very common for us to desire most what we are least qualified to obtain.

You are so close, and I can’t reach you.

Once leprosy had gone, and the figure of the leper was no more than a distant memory, these structures still remained. The game of exclusion would be played again, often in these same places, in an oddly similar fashion two or three centuries later. The role of the leper was to be played by the poor and by the vagrant, by prisoners and by the 'alienated', and the sort of salvation at stake for both parties in this game of exclusion is the matter of this study.

I don't belong here. It doesn't matter, because even if I don't belong in this place, she's here and I want to be where she is.

Tommy had felt alone in a crowd before, even inferior to everyone in a crowd, but now he felt, well, different. It wasn't just the clothes and the make up, it was the humanity. He wasn't part of it. Heightened senses or not, he felt like he had his nose pressed against the window, looking in. The problem was, it was the window of a donut shop.

The poor in our countries have been shut out of our minds and driven from the mainstream of our societies, because we have allowed them to become invisible.

He that commends me to mine own content Commends me to the thing I cannot get. I to the world am like a drop of water That in the ocean seeks another drop, Who, falling there to find his fellow forth, Unseen, inquisitive, confounds himself: So I, to find a mother and a brother, In quest of them, unhappy, lose myself.

What you want is one thing, and what you cannot really obtain is another.

the tragedy of an attachment is that if its object is not attained it causes unhappiness. But if it is attained, it does not cause happiness – it merely causes a flash of pleasure followed by weariness, and it is always accompanied, of course, by the anxiety that you may lose the object of your attachment.