Quotes About Wistfulness

Fakat ke?ke futbol oynasaym???m; belki de baca??m? Nüzhet'in a?k? kadar yormazd?.

I think it's nice to have children. I didn't have many, and while I don't sit around regretting it, I maybe would have liked a couple more. But it wasn't meant to be, and I didn't want it badly enough.

I thought, it's a shame that we have to live, but it's a tragedy that we get to live only one life, because if I'd had two lives, I would have spent one of them with her.

sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all of the lives I'm not living.

Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I'm not living

Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I'm not living.

Ik dacht, het is jammer dat we moeten leven, maar het is doodzonde dat we maar één leven krijgen, want als ik twee levens had gehad, had ik er eentje met haar doorgebracht. Dan was ik bij haar in de flat blijven wonen

I missed out on everything. Sometimes on the street I see teenagers hanging out and going to the movies, going to concerts, and I get so jealous.

Oh, Lucia the captain said softly, you are so little and so lovely. how I would have liked to have taken you to Norway and shown you the fiords in the midnight sun, and to China- what you've missed, Lucia, by being born too late to travel the Seven Seas with me! And what I've missed, too.

No loss is felt more keenly than the loss of what might have been.

Nessuna perdita viene avvertita più profondamente della perdita di ciò che sarebbe potuto essere. Nessuna nostalgia fa male quanto la nostalgia per le cose che non sono mai esistite.

From Pessoa: "Ah, it's my longing for whom I might have been that distracts and torments me.

I wish I had known him, but he was just another shadow outside my screen door and I already had a sufficiency of shadows in.

the nostalgia for things that weren't yet lost.

I believe every...man remembers the girl he thinks he should have married. She reappears to him in his lonely moments, or he sees her in the face of a young girl in the park, buying a snowball under an oak tree by the baseball diamond. But she belongs to back there, to somebody else, and that thought sometimes rends your heart in a way that you never share with anyone else.

Even now I remember those pictures, like pictures in a storybook one loved as a child. Radiant meadows, mountains vaporous in the trembling distance; leaves ankle-deep on a gusty autumn road; bonfires and fogs in the valleys; cellos, dark windowpanes, snow.

KeÅŸke gençken annemi dinleseydim diyorum.' 'Neden, ne derdi sana?' 'Bilmem, hiç dinlemedim ki.

It made her—a bizarre trick—long for a past that was still in the future.

Childhood - even a sad childhood - eventually becomes a place we think we've dreamed or stumbled across and want to find again but never can.

I spent too little time at Chelsea. I want to have another life so I could spend more time there.

Blue is the color of longing for the distances you never arrive in, for the blue world.

And this is how I would remember it all, if I could. But I can't.

But he was a connoisseur of the if-only, and so they did travel. They travelled in the past-conditional.

Each of us wore our memories of what might have been.