Joseph Conrad Quotes

So why did I think about her every second? Why was I so much happier the minute I saw her? I felt like maybe I knew the answer, but how could I be sure? I didn't know, and I didn't have any way to find out. Guys don't talk about stuff like that. We just lie under the pile of bricks.

I know in my life there's stuff that will come back because I haven't dealt with it, and it's the same with everybody.

I never kissed my father until he was on his death bed.

When you love someone all your saved up wishes start coming out.

In my heart, I'm so far from done.

There are accents in the eye which are not on the tongue, and more tales come from pale lips than can enter an ear. It is both the grandeur and the pain of the remoter moods that they avoid the pathway of sound.

I was born to be alone, and I always shall be; but now I want to be.

I never go to funerals. To me a person is dead when he breathes for the last time. After that, your memories should be personal.

My father died five days before I returned to New York. He was only fifty-three years old. My parents and my father's doctor had all decided it was wiser for me to go to South America than to stay home and see Papa waste away. For a long time, I felt an enormous sense of guilt about having left my father's side when he was so sick.

Even with me, there are so many things I have bottled up.

My brother and I had unresolved things. I just wish I could have had one final conversation with him.

Eugene O'Neil is always exploring our want to love but can't get it out there.

My relationship with my father still troubles me because it never got resolved, and there was no closure. There was a lot of bitterness, but having written about it, I found that I was able to overcome that bitterness and look at the relationship anew.

It is impossible to say all that we think, even to our truest Friend. We may bid him farewell forever sooner than complain, for our complaint is too well grounded to be uttered.

He longed for the deep as she longed for the night sky and for white lilies floating on water -- although she still tried to convince herself that love alone could feed her soul.

Longing is like a seed that wrestles in the ground

conclude, what Thomas Mann really wanted was a limited physical relationship with beautiful young men: the opportunity to gaze at them, an occasional touch, a restrained kiss. That isn't a surrogate for what he'd like to have if he were somehow free from social constraints. It's what the young Platen wanted, it's what he wanted - and it's what his Aschenbach wants.

Sometimes there is only one thing left to say, P. S. I Love You.

Sometimes you meet a really nice guy, but no matter how you try, you can't seem to make yourself want him. But that's not nearly as bad as when you meet the wrong guy, and you can't make yourself not want him. You feel hollow inside, just waiting and wishing and dreaming. You feel like every moment is leading to something so amazing that there's no name for it, and if you could just get there with him, it would be such a...relief. It would be all you'd ever need.

sometimes words are not big enough to contain all the feelings you are trying to pour into them.

The most important things are the hardest to say

every death diminishes us, but those that leave differences unresolved and things unsaid are the most painful of all.

When the answer to all my dreams is as close as a touch away, why am I here holding back what I'm trying to say?

What, I ask, drives me to disorder? How can I diagnose myself? All I feel, most immediately, is the most anguished need for physical love and mental companionship -