There is a certain ecstasy in wanting things you can't get.
We are full of dreams [...] We long for the unattainable. We believe in the nonsense of fables. There is no pure love; there is lust and there is need.
In her heart she longed for this man, dreamed of a life that could never be.
How characteristic of your perverse heart that longs only for what happens to be out of reach.
We love what we can't have, and we can't have what we love.
We all dream of things we cannot have.
My nostalgia is for the impossible.
You must be a poet, a lady of evil luck desiring to be what you are not, longing to be what you can only visit.
At times, it seems to me that to be human is to want that which we cannot have. For some, this is power. For me, it is peace.
Because what’s worse than knowing you want something, besides knowing you can never have it?
Teenage life - possibly adult life too is all about what you want and can’t have. And then about what you receive and misuse.
