Michael Ende Quotes

I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her. Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

We're kind of wishing some parents would come back. And of course we're uneasy about the fact that we wish they'd come back - I mean, what's wrong with us?

I would say that I have a love-hate relationship with almost everything in my life, including stand-up.

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

I know what I want and what I might gain, and yet, how profitless to know.

As many have discovered, it is entirely possible (although not particularly desirable) to love two people with all your heart. It is entirely possible to long for two lives, to feel that one life can't come close to containing it all.

Her future, she thought, was likely to be worse than her past, for after her years of contented renunciation, she had slipped back into desire and longing; she found joyless days of distasteful occupation harder and harder; she found the image of the intense and varied life she yearned for, and despaired of, becoming more and more importunate.

I labor, I spend, I strive, I design, I love, I cling, I uphold, I give way, I envy, I long, I scorn, I die, I hide, I want. Faster, much faster than any man could make the tally.

There are people whose society I find delicious; but when I sit alone and think of them I shudder.

He was sick with lust and mesmerized with regret

Now if I seem to be afraidTo live the life that I have made in songWell it's just that I've been losing so long.

She wanted him to stop, but more than that, she wanted him to go on forever.

Catastrophe and desire are linked in our lives as the moon is linked to that reflected light from the sun which enables the eye to see it.

I didn't want to be the monster! I didn't want to kill this room full of harmless children! I didn't want to lose everything I'd gained in a lifetime of sacrifice and denial!

They looked at each other, baffled, in love and hate.

Angry, and half in love with her, and tremendously sorry, I turned away.

I wanted the monster back and that was plainly wrong.

A part of her wanted to tell him she still loved him, and that even though this love was hopeless and long over, it still consumed her year after year. It was a tangled hairball of feelings and she couldn't pull forth any one strand.

You're only young once, they say, but doesn't it go on for a long time? More years than you can bear.

How is it that a person could be so relieved and so disappointed, both at the same time.

What I do know is that I can't hurt a ghost. I wish I could fall in love with Ann Stuart. I wish I could wed her and bed her and have children with her. I wish I could fill that huge house with little spirit children who would live forever and never die.

What I really wanted was the impossible.

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.

She wished she could understand her reaction to him. Why, her heart was pacing a wild beat again. Madelyne dared a quick look up and found Duncan was watching her intently. He looked so handsome. She wanted him to be ugly.

Though love and hatred are as opposites as fire and water, yet do they sometimes subsist in the breast together towards the same person; nay by their very opposition and desire to destroy each other, are they strengthened and increased.