Quotes About Wistfulness

Claire hung up the phone. She thought about the hours she had spent with Adam Quinn. Hours she should've spent with her husband. Hours she would kill to have back now. There

O! call back yesterday, bid time return.

I'm the type of person that tries to fall back asleep in the morning just to finish a dream.

Sometimes you wake up in the morning and wish your parents had never met.

If the afternoon had been blue, there might have been less desire.

The two most important phrases in the human language are "If only" and "Maybe someday". Our past mistakes and our unrequited longings. The things we regret and the things we yearn for. That's what makes us who we are.

When I look back now over my life and call to mind what I might have had simply for taking and did not take, my heart is like to break.

God, why didn't you make us all dogs?

Whenever I see Tom [ Cavanagh] - we're good friends - we just mourn that we didn't get a longer shot.

The most heartbreakingly beautiful girl I ever hope to see

She wanted to reach up to the night and dig her fingers into it, beg it to stay just a little bit longer.

It's a strange grief… to die of nostalgia for something you you will never live.

È uno strano dolore. Piano. - Morire di nostalgia per qualcosa che non vivrai mai.

The feeling that everyone feels, of a life not lived.

If only" could break your heart.

I wish for many reasons flying had never been invented.

He paid the driver, then turned and stood motionless under a misty streetlamp's glow, staring up at a window of the house like a melancholy traveler frozen in time.

Weep for the lives your wishes never led.

Nonetheless: if only and if only and if only.

Jerusha leaned forward watching with curiosity - and a touch of wistfulness - the stream of carriages and automobiles that rolled out of the asylum gates. In imagination she followed first one equipage, then another, to the big houses dotted along the hillside. She pictured herself in a fur coat and a velvet hat trimmed with feathers leaning back in the seat and nonchalantly murmuring "Home" to the driver. But on the door-sill of her home the picture grew blurred.

Remember me in your dreams, as I will you.

She honestly wondered sometimes which fate was worse, death or standing behind a curtain and looking out at the street at all the things you felt you could no longer have.

Hiraeth: a Welsh word that means a homesickness for a home you cannot return to, or maybe never was; it means nostalgia and yearning and grief for lost places.

yearning and grief for lost places.