Quotes About Wistful

I'd rather not have had a glimpse of what I've been missing.

I wonder what Proust would have made of our present-day locus of collective fantasy, the Internet. I'm guessing he would have seized on its wistful aspect, pointing out gently and with wry humor that much of what beguiles us is the act of reaching for what isn't there.

But Phoebe loved her mother best as she was now, wistful, out-of-step, her laugh tinged always with sadness, as if things were only funny in spite of themselves.

wishes she were daring, risqué, all the things she has never been and will never be.

Bernadette longs for this moment as if it had already passed, as if it could have been. Yet here it is.

O brilho dos seus olhos fora substituído por uma suavidade sonhadora e melancólica; eles já não davam a impressão de olhar para os objetos que a rodeavam: pareciam sempre olhar para longe, bem longe — como se fixos fora deste mundo.

Not to Houston, anyway. It was hotter than hell in Houston, just like in New Orleans. If I move anywhere, it'll be to someplace with snow, she thought wistfully as sweat trickled down her back.

As far as I know, no tapes exist from my years at 'T.J.'s.' I wish they did.

I would court you with a passion, if things were different.

The smile he gave her was wistful, just a little lift to his mouth. "You are a fighter." ""Yes. Always. And sometimes I'm a whole army.

Then there's Russell and Lillian Hoban's Frances series, which is almost unbearably wistful, and no wonder: written just before the Hobans' marriage ended, the books seem to document a happy family that was dissolving as they wrote.

Oh, Jake," Brett said, "we could have had such a damned good time together.

He looked tired and preoccupied, and beset by problems, and a little wistful, like a guy more content with the past than the present, but also temporarily happy, because he had been handed a simple problem that could be easily solved.

Es ist ein sonderbarer Schmerz. ... Nach etwas zu vergehen, das man nie erleben wird.

Sterven van heimwee naar iets dat je nooit zult beleven.

Angus turned to Domenica. This view always makes me feel sad. I don't know why, but it does. He drew in his breath, savouring the freshness of the air. Freshly mown grass was upon it, and the smell of lavender, too, from Elspeth's kitchen garden. Well, perhaps not sad--more wistful, perhaps, which is one notch below actual sadness.

To spend a life in dreams, that sounded too lovely.

She smiled, a moving childish smile that was like all the lost youth in the world.

but I felt that Tom would drift on forever seeking, a little wistfully, for the dramatic turbulence of some irrecoverable football game

My only regret is that I didn't get into acting ten years earlier when I was handsome!

The song was wistful as the ballads Slidell and the Clayton brothers played, except words weren't needed to feel the yearning. That made the music all the more sorrowful, because this song wasn't about one lost love or one dead child or parent. It was as if the music was about every loss that had ever been.

The strangest thing about her was the way she gazed out the window, as if there was someplace she wanted to be, some other life that was more worth living.

He had been my almost. My might-have-been. I was afraid of what I wanted most - His kiss. Still, I collected kiss stories. -Susie Salmon

I don't know what else to tell you. I often think how different my life would have been - how much happier - if you'd been a part of it. One day.