Quotes About Wistfulness

Then he put in a call for Nicole in Zurich, remembering so many things as he waited, and wishing he had always been as good as he had intended to be.

He wanted a world that was like walking through rain

Il regarda autour de lui avec une brusque violence, comme si le passé était là, tapi dans l'ombre de la maison, mais hors de portée. — Je ferais tout pour que les choses soient comme avant. Exactement comme avant.

Those memories were still there, and tonight, he sat searching for them, just like always, grabbing at moonbeams. Every once in a while he would catch one and take a ride, and it was like magic.

Ah, é a saudade do outro que eu poderia ter sido que me dispersa e sobressalta!

I have in me like a haze Which holds and which is nothing A nostalgia for nothing at all, The desire for something vague. — Fernando Pessoa, opening lines to "[I have in me like a haze]," trans. Richard Zenith, Fernando Pessoa and Co.: Selected Poems (Grove Press, 1998)

What I was and will never be again! What I had and will never have again!

Ah, no hay nostalgia más dolorosa que la de las cosas que nunca han sucedido!

as she watched her friend disappear down the sleepy street of dusty sunshine...

E allora sarabande senza fine si srotolavano nella sua mente: come una baiadera ondeggiava di sogno in sogno , di malinconia in malinconia

If only, if only," the woodpecker sighs, "The bark on the tree was as soft as the skies." While the wolf waits below, hungry and lonely, Crying to the moo—oo—oon, "If only, if only." Stanley

If only, if only," the woodpecker sighs, "The bark on the tree was just a little bit softer." While the wolf waits below, hungry and lonely, He cries to the moo—oo—oon, "If only, if only.

I wish I had no heart, it aches so…

What more can punish a man than to sit and groan as he contemplates what might have been!

I knew what it was to yearn for a life so distant it seemed that it had never been anything more than a dream.

Now that I think of it, she looked splendid. I wish I had met her somewhere else. I wish I had appreciated her as she deserved. I wish that everything had gone differently.

Somewhere over the rainbowBluebirds fly.Birds fly over the rainbow—Why then, oh why can't I?

We all dream of being a child again, even the worst of us. Perhaps the worst most of all.

I was rich in those days, for a week I had everything. I wish I'd known you then.

Sylvie had an amazing life, but she didn't get to live it very often.

I began a lifelong affair with nostalgia, with only the vaguest notions of what I was nostalgic for.

The old magic was gone forever- gone with Sylvia and the Hidden Land and all the dear, sweet fading dreams of childhood.

In that light, across the field, is all I will never have. Next to me is all I will.

As I rolled over, stretching out, my only thought was to go back to the dream I'd been having, which I couldn't remember, other than that it had been good, in that distant, hopeful way unreal things can be.