Quotes About Wistful

I sometimes wonder if that is what Krishna meant — Among other things — or one way of putting the same thing: That the future is a faded song, a Royal Rose or a lavender spray Of wistful regret for those who are not yet here to regret, Pressed between yellow leaves of a book that has never been opened.

Summer was a long hot dream.

SHE COULDN'T have said what it was, in the conditions, that renewed the whole solemnity, but by the end of twenty minutes a kind of wistful hush had fallen upon them, as before something poignant in which her visitor also participated. That was nothing verily but the perfection of the charm—or nothing rather but their excluded disinherited state in the presence of it. The

It is the mystery of the unknown That fascinates us; we are children still Wayward and wistful; with one hand we cling To the familiar things we call our own, And with the other, resolute of will, Grope in the dark for what the day will bring

And it hurts so much to want something you can't have.

My earnest desire for you has brought me to a point, where the life I've imagined we shall have, seems like a distant memory.

I've had a lot of relationships in my time, platonic or otherwise, but the ones I think about most are those that never quite made it to term. The dashing first date who didn't call you back. The lady on the train you had that amazing conversation with but never saw again. The cool neighbor kid you met the first time a week before he moved away. I guess I'm haunted by all that potential energy.

He's so beautiful," she said wistfully. "He's like an angel." "Yep," I agreed flatly. "The one that fell.

Should have. Would have. Could have. Didn't.

Poor Williams was left holding the civic bag; he had taken a gutsy stand, his image was all moxie . . . and on Monday night, when the Angels were finally gone, he had earned the leisure that enabled him to go out to the lakefront and gaze off in a proud wistful way, like Gatsby, at the green neon lights of the tavern across the water, where the others were counting their money.

Boatfinder, tell me, from the frozen time into the flowing time, is there a bridge?' His smile was wistful, filled with longing. 'There is.' 'But you cannot cross it.' 'No.' 'Because it's burning.' 'Yes, witch, the bridge burns.

Fey little maid. So lonely, and yet not.

I miss Boston so much and want to get back there someday.

Though I never really had you….… to me you will always be the one that got away.

Hands that never touch. Lips that never meet. The Almost Lovers, never to be.

Sometimes the most difficult relationships to get over are the ones that never were.

My general taste is towards the melancholy.

She was gentle and pale, and her eyes seemed always to dream of something I didn't understand.

Or a stuffed animal. I would've cuddled with it at night." I sighed heavily. "Oh well. I guess that's never going to happen." Arabella giggled. Grandma pointed the breaker bar at her. "Quiet in the peanut gallery.

You have sometimes thought of going back? Yes, I have, but only in a fantasy way.

I don't know a writer who doesn't feel some sense of glamour and magic and a complex, wistful sadness emanating from the expats of the twenties in France. Some of the sadness, of course, is that we weren't there.

Haven't you ever wished that you could steal back just a few hours of your past?" she asked softly. "That's all I want... just a little taste of what might have been.

I'm always sad to leave paradise, but I leave behind the hopes of coming again soon.

If only…the saddest words in the English language.