Quotes About Wish

Two by two, I read library books as fast as I could go, rushing them home in the basket of my bicycle. From the minute I reached our house, I started to read. Every book I seized on stood for the devouring wish to read being instantly granted. I knew this was bliss, knew it at the time. Taste isn't nearly so important; it comes in its own time. I wanted to read immediately. The only fear was that of books coming to an end.

Is she still just a shadow of the shadow of herself? Is it just a leaf? Is it just the wind? Or is it just the quiver of a wish? Just the whisper of a tear down my face? 1st KEEPER: That's it. Just a sigh from her lips.

And I'd ask the goddess to give my brother back. It was the only way to bring my family back together.

Too many things have changed. Too much time has passed. I'm different now, a man with a pocketful of unconnected but terribly vivid memories. I was looking to dredge up what I'd long forgotten. Most of all, I am wishing for something to fasten all these gems, maybe something to hold them in a continuity that I can comprehend.

You're my dream and I plan to sleep forever.

every myth, every fable must have some roots. Something lies among those roots.' 'It does. ... Most often a dream, a wish, a desire, a yearning. Faith that there are no limits to possibility. And occasionally chance.

You'll give me whatever I ask for? Say it again.' Yurga smacked his lips, closed his mouth and wished he was agile enough to kick himself in the arse.

The wish, Geralt! Hurry up! What do you desire? Immortality? Riches? Fame? Power? Might? Privileges? Hurry, we haven't any time!' He was silent. 'Humanity,' she said suddenly, smiling nastily. 'I've guessed, haven't I? That's what you want, that's what you dream of! Of release, of the freedom to be who you want, not who you have to be. The djinn will fulfil that wish, Geralt. Just say it.

Indeed, Urcheon of Erlenwald made a strange request of King Roegner, a strange reward to demand when the king offered him his wish. But let us not pretend we've never heard of such requests, of the Law of Surprise, as old as humanity itself. Of the price a man who saves another can demand, of the granting of a seemingly impossible wish. 'You will give me the first thing that comes to greet you.

Oh dear," said Sarah anxiously, "I do wish he wouldn't do these silly things." I'm sure we all wish that, Sarah," said Marcia sternly. "But unfortunately he has progressed rather further than the silly stage. Evil-minded-scheming stage is more what I would call it.

Volgens de traditie,' vervolgde ze, 'biedt de Tovenaar, in ruil voor de zeven jaar en een dag van zijn leven die de Leerling de Tovenaar schenkt, de Leerling iets aan.' Marcia wendde zich tot Jongen 412... 'Wat zou je graag van me willen hebben?' vroeg Marcia. 'Vraag me alles wat je wilt. Ik zal mijn best doen het je te geven... Alles wat je maar wilt,' zei Marcia zacht. 'Absoluut alles wat je wilt.' Jongen 412 slikte. 'Ik wil graag weten wie ik ben,' zei hij zacht.

The nonexistent is whatever we have not sufficiently desired.

Hopefully, sometime I get a superpower. I would like to be able to transport myself wherever I wanted.

The super awesomeness would be a portable teleportation machine that I could take with me. I go wherever I want, and then I can go from there to wherever I want. Instantly. Without having to go through TSA. One can wish.

The Igbo used to say that they built their own gods. They would come together as a community, and they would express a wish. And their wish would then be brought to a priest, who would find a ritual object, and the appropriate sacrifices would be made, and the shrine would be built for the god.

I really wish people - maybe it's naive - wish people had priorities and were willing to be artistic patrons.

There are always going to be encounters that you kind of wish went differently. But the average fan really isn't fanatical.

All of us wish for a dignity that commands respect. But few have it.

I would like to be able to disappear whenever I do something dorky.

Seeing New York in the movies is what made me want to live in Manhattan one day. I eventually got my wish, and the city has never disappointed me.

The dividing line between wish and need was never clear.

It's harder to talk about, but what I really, really, really want for Christmas is just this: I want to be 5 years old again for an hour. I want to laugh a lot and cry a lot. I want to be picked or rocked to sleep in someone's arms, and carried up to be just one more time. I know what I really want for Christmas: I want my childhood back. People who think good thoughts give good gifts.

If that doesn't work, she can have a hundred quid." "I think she's hoping for thousands." "And I'm hoping for Christmas in the Bahamas," said Strike, as rain dotted the window behind him.

I wish I were there to watch the operations and changes; but alas! I am in Kansas scratching for a living.