Unspoken Longings Quotes

There are ideas in our hearts, there are wishes, there are aspirations, there are groanings, there are sighings that the world knows nothing about; but God knows them. So words are not always necessary. When we cannot express our feelings except in wordless groanings, God knows exactly what is happening.

Every true prayer is a prayer of the Church; by means of that prayer the Church prays, since it is the Holy Spirit living in the Church, Who in every single soul 'prays in us with unspeakable groanings'.

It's disquieting to reflect that one's dreams never symbolize one's real wishes, but always something Much Worse... If I really wanted to be passionately embraced by Peter, I should dream of dentists or gardening. I wonder what unspeakable depths of awfulness can only be expressed by the polite symbol of Peter's embraces?

For me, music is about expressing the inexpressible, and as I get older, man, what I feel the need to express becomes less and less poignant to others.

When your dreams tire, they go underground and out of kindness that's where they stay.

Homer's work hits again and again on the topos of the inexpressible. People will always do that.

Let the poets cry themselves to sleep, and all their tearful words will turn back into steam.

Men resemble great deserted palaces: the owner occupies only a few rooms and has closed-off wings where he never ventures.

You are in a pitiable condition if you have to conceal what you wish to tell.

I started writing because there's an absence of things I was familiar with or that I dreamed about. One of my senses of anger is related to this vacancy - a yearning I had as a teenager... and when I get ready to write, I think I'm trying to fill that.

We only consult the ear because the heart is wanting.

There is a hidden agenda in the fragility of romance.

A woman's heart is a deep ocean of secrets.

I think that all the anger and cynicism comes from suppressing things that we always wanted.

I wanted things that I couldn't at times articulate.

My emotions lose their force when I endeavor to interpret them, and my words seem very inept.