Quotes About Wistfulness

Because the things we don't have are sadder than the things we have. Because the things we don't have exist in our imaginations, where they are perfect.

He was a good boyfriend to her as, in some universe elsewhere, he might have been to me.

Someone once asked me what I missed most. I said, 'My youth.' I've never been a boy who could run around, go crazy, do this, try that. There wasn't time for that.

Yesterday is another world. I want to go back there.

They seemed to live every day as if it were their last, subject to a brutal vitality, a careless disregard for conventional behaviour. Yet this mood was tinged by a kind of wistfulness, like a thin song in the great vault of the night.

She was like a star in the sky and I would imagine how she could be mine....

Tasting what could have been—what should have been—didn't make it easier.

You can go your whole life collecting days, and none will outweigh the one you wish you had back.

Seberapa banyak pun kau mengumpulkan hari-hari sepanjang hidupmu, semua takkan cukup untuk menggantikan satu hari itu, satu hari yang ingin sekali bisa kau miliki lagi.

Oh my love, my love, why do I love you so? she whispered there alone; for she you love is not myself, but one in my image; the one I might have been!

there is no grief more devastating than the grief for what could have been.

Another day, another pang that you are afar.

Where was she now? in a middle-aged marriage? did she live in this city still? He had a sudden urge to see her, as if he might retrieve by looking at her the ferocious sensation of that kiss, that moment –

I'm so tired of missing things I don't have.

Le plus curieux, c'est que, peu à peu, un autre sentiment a fait surface. Quelque chose comme de la déception. Et je me suis aperçue que, en dépit de tout, j'aurais vraiment aimé aller voir le grand canyon.

Days like these go on for years. It's the ones you want to last that slip away—one, two, three—in seconds.

Ludens experienced, as an extra pain, an intimation of the happiness he might have felt in such a place.

My body tingles for his quiet voice in my ear. If things were different, if I were different, I'd stay with him. Even leave with him. But I can't.

Forever?"Sam's lips smiled, but above his grin, his yellow eyes turned sad, as if he knew it was a lie."Longer.

Nostalgia is the only acceptable form of sadness.

His memory is the last place i want to be. I would give anything to always be in his present.

For a man he get his own ship and his own strong wind, but he cannot stop missing all the passing breezes that never come again.

she is no longer the beautiful woman she was. she sends photos of herself sitting upon a rock by the ocean alone and damned. I could have had her once. I wonder if she thinks I could have saved her?

Regrets are idle; yet history is one long regret. Everything might have turned out so differently!