Bess Myerson Quotes

We only consult the ear because the heart is wanting.

No operatic star has yet died soon enough for me.

Let the people who never find true love keep saying that there's no such thing. Their faith will make it easier for them to live and die.

I dream of you to wake; would that I might Dream of you and not wake but slumber on.

My father never kissed me, hugged me or told me that he loved me. As my only living parent, he became the filter through which I saw myself, the possibilities for my life, the world and all men. He was a conflicted and dark filter.

The poem is sad because it wants to be yours, and cannot be.

Men mourn for what they have lost; women for what they ain't got.

Few things can make us feel crazier than expecting something from someone who has nothing to give.

People who are incapable of having any kind of intimate relationship have to turn to feeling this incredible hunger and void, have to turn to some quantifiable external product to make them feel whole.

If some longing goes unmet, don't be astonished. We call that Life.

I stopped acting Romeo and just became Romeo.

If you've never had a mother or a father, you grow up seeking something you're never going to find, ever. You seek it in love and in people and in beauty.

What interests me is whatever it is that allows the heart to continue to yearn for something the intelligence knows is impossible to have: a lost love, a shelter from life's blows, the return of a time past, even a connection to the dead.

There are only two tragedies in life: one is not getting what one wants, and the other is getting it.

I have stopped expecting from films. What I expect never happens.

I knew that love was around. I truly believe my mother loved me. But feeling it all the time? I didn't.

I cannot cure myself of that most woeful of youth's follies - thinking that those who care about us will care for the things that mean much to us.

No one has taken my heart in their hand. I haven't given it... I have lent myself, rented myself out, but never given myself.

The more love I craved, the more distant and abusive he grew. The role I longed to play was never written into Ryan's script: daughter.

If I am not in love, nothing is meaningful to me. I have no energy.

I'm just mystified and fascinated by women, and I'm still single. Hence all of that, and the fact that I celebrate them so much, I understand that I'm unevolved at this exact moment to share my life with one. I wouldn't inflict that upon anyone yet. But, I'm getting closer.

The curse of the romantic is a greed for dreams, an intensity of expectation that, in the end, diminishes the reality.

I don't want to make a cheap analysis, but when you have, like I did, a father incapable of showing emotion, who spends his life telling you that no one will love you if you aren't perfect, it leaves scars.

If I look at my old lyrics, they seem to be full of rage, but empty. There was an emptiness in my life.

I remember when I was a little boy my father didn't love me; he couldn't. He loved my older brother but he couldn't love me somehow, at least not in a way I could understand it.