Quotes About Wistful

I'm sorry it's not Mark—it could've been. It should've been. It might've meant something. Maybe not much, but certainly more.

I'm sorry it's not Mark - it could've been. It should've been. It might've meant something. Maybe not much, but certainly more

What I mean is, like you to have everything you want. Wished it was me, and not Jack, that's all.

If I had my life to live over, I wish I could be a great pianist or something.

For of all sad words of tongues or pen the saddest are these: It might have been.

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.

No difference between the Morley of this morning and the Morley of last night, except his voice as he rattled on yakking in that cultured snide funny way of his was sorta cute with that morning freshness, like the way people's voices sound after getting up early in the morning, something faintly wistful and hoarse and eager in it, ready for a new day.

I weaned myself on the nostalgia equivalent of methadone (less addictive, less obvious, less likely to make you crazy): missing what I had never had.

What she thought, over and over again, was if only.

Pronuncié su nombre en voz baja. Mis labios estaban hechos, más que los de cualquier otra persona en el mundo, para llamarla. Y, sin embargo, no me fue fácil recordar su rostro.

My dreaming thoughts go barefoot in the evening.

music being played by a far-off orchestra.

The meal was two and a half hours of indulgence. Gallimard had chosen common, traditional dishes for them, but each dish was the response to this challenge, an implied promise that this would be the best sole, the best duck they would ever have. The dessert would be the one they felt wistful about someday when they couldn't have dessert.

There's an alternate universe where I never left, he thought.

I'm a nostalgic guy.

I'm a very sentimental guy; I'm a very nostalgic guy.

I am obsessed with the Great Depression and with former showgirls - and the Victorians - the idea of wistful, dark romance.

For what, after all, is the difference between a memory and a fantasy? Are not both a succession of imprecisely rendered images further obscured by imprecisely chosen words and animated only by the wistful effort of one's imagination? And who is to say that a vividly imagined moment of happiness is not, in the end, more enriching to the spirit than a hazy semi-recollection of some pallid pastime?

The cooler days have brought a wistful mood upon him. The smell of coalsmoke in the air at night. Old times, dead years. For him such memories are bitter ones.

I wish I still had that photo.

As I think of it, there's an ache in my chest. I cannot control these dreams in which she seems to lie in my future like a whole season of extravagant meals if only I knew how to arrange it.

I never saw sad men who looked With such a wistful eye Upon that little tent of blue We prisoners called the sky, And at every happy cloud that passed In such strange freedom by.

I never saw a man who looked With such a wistful eye Upon that little tent of blue Which prisoners call the sky

If you wanted to be cheerful, or melancholic, or wistful, or thoughtful, or courteous, you simply had to act those things with every gesture.