Quotes About Saudade

#1. Saudade.
A nostalgic longing to be near again to something or someone that is distant, or that has been loved and then lost; "the love that remains".

Anonymous

#2. There's a word in Portuguese that my dad wrote about in one of his books: saudade.
It's the sadness you feel for something that isn't gone yet, but will be. The sadness of lost causes. The sadness of being alive.

Tommy Wallach

#3. i smile. things taken for granted have a way of catching you offguard when you least expect it, and then you're taken by what the portuguese calls saudade, a sense of longing for something, someone not there anymore.

Yeow Kai Chai

#4. The Portuguese call it saudade: a longing for something so indefinite as to be indefinable. Love affairs, miseries of life, the way things were, people already dead, those who left and the ocean that tossed them on the shores of a different land - all things born of the soul that can only be felt.

Anthony De Sa

#5. The Portuguese and Galician term 'saudade' suggests a profoundly bittersweet nostalgia.

Edward Hirsch

#6. The Scooby gang doesn't travel because they are looking for crimes to solve. They travel because they're one step ahead of the deprogrammers. Somehow, Fred's got them all snookered. It probably has something to do with the Scooby Snacks.

John Scalzi

#7. War and Authority are companions; Peace and Liberty are companions.

Benjamin Tucker

#8. There is nothing impossible in the world, because the word impossible says I'm Possible.

N.a.

#9. My characters have to talk, or they're out. They audition in early scenes. If they can't talk, they're given less to do, or thrown out.

Elmore Leonard

#10. A truly evolved society is one which is measured by how well it treats the least of its members.

Seamus Nash

#11. No institution can become the cradle of leadership, until its teachers break their manacles of rugged dogmas.

Abhijit Naskar

#12. Love yourself.
Be true to yourself.

Lailah Gifty Akita

#13. What stirs lyrical poets to their finest flights is neither the delight of the senses nor the fruitful contentment of the settled couple; not the satisfaction of love, but its passion. And passion means suffering.

Denis De Rougemont