Fyodor Dostoevsky Quotes

For the moment I can only cry out that I have lost my splendid mirage. Come back, come back, O glittering and white!

Sharp nostalgia, infinite and terrible, for what I already possess.

My favorite songs to sing have always been songs about regret. I don't know why that is, but to me, that's country music.

Nostalgia is something we think of as fuzzy. But it's pain. Pain concerning the past.

There is something in the pang of change More than the heart can bear, Unhappiness remembering happiness.

I miss the game - I miss it a lot.

I wish I had never left England

I should never have left Italy and Juve.

Being away from the game took a toll on my heart.

The only time I get a tear in my eye is when I think of what I can possibly miss.

The novel is like a melancholy form. It's about some kind of disillusionment with the way things are versus the idea of how they could be or how they used to be.

All the best songs have an element of sadness.

But to Sam the evening deepened to darkness as he stood at the Haven; and as he looked at the grey sea he saw only a shadow in the waters that was soon lost in the West. There he stood far into the night, hearing only the sigh and murmur of the waves on the shores of Middle-Earth, and the sound of them sank deep into his heart.

It's stupid, I know, but I care. All the things that meant so much when we were young. Under the blankets late at night, listening to long-distance radio. All those things lost now or broken. Can you remember? Can you remember that feeling? Perhaps I ought to go to a doctor.

I miss it every minute, and I have no wish at all to go back.

There are gains for all our losses, There are balms for all our pain: But when youth, the dream, departs, It takes something from our hearts, And it never comes again.

And on that evening when we grow older still we'll speak about these two young men as though they were two strangers we met on the train and whom we admire and want to help along. And we'll want to call it envy, because to call it regret would break our hearts.

There's no ifs and buts or maybes, you're gonna miss, you're gonna miss my loving.

It feels like a punch. Tears fill my eyes, and I wonder how I could be upset over losing something I never had.

Dark house, by which once more I stand Here in the long unlovely street, Doors, where my heart was used to beat So quickly, waiting for a hand, A hand that can be clasp'd no more - Behold me, for I cannot sleep, And like a guilty thing I creep At earliest morning to the door. He is not here; but far away The noise of life begins again, And ghastly thro' the drizzling rain On the bald street breaks the blank day.

I stayed there loving you, though the love made me, not sad but I guess melancholy, for a reason I couldn’t point to.

I’ve lived to bury my desires, And see my dreams corrode with rust; Now all that’s left are fruitless fires That burn my empty heart to dust.

The tread Of coming footsteps cheats the midnight watcher Who holds her heart and waits to hear them pause, And hears them never pause, but pass and die.

it always hurts more to have and lose than to not have in the first place.

To gain anything we have longed for is only to discover how vain and empty it is; and even though we are always living in expectation of better things, at the same time we often repent and long to have the past back again.