Quotes About Wistfulness

All my life, Following Care along the dusty road, Have I looked back on loveliness and sighed.

In another life, I would be your belle

The past is like a handful of dust. It filters through your fingers, disappearing little by little. I wish, for one day, I could go back. In another life I would do things differently.

I would have given it up--all of it up--to be married to you for a day. A day that would never have come. You are a reminder--a reminder of everything I am losting. The Life I will not have.

There was a positive side to not trying at something: you could always pretend that your life would have been different if you had.

Muchas veces las gentes lloran porque encuen. tran las cosas demasiado bellas. Lo que les hace llorar, no es el deseo de poseerlas, sino esa profunda melanocolÍa que sentimos por todo lo que no es, por todo lo que no alcanza su plenitud.

And he left me to dreams that were anything but sweet.

Candy is childhood, the best and bright moments you wish could have lasted forever.

I thoroughly object to getting old. If you could let me be 16 again, I'd give you everything I've got and everything I'll ever have.

would there not be another hunger on him all his life? For other scents and sights and sounds; pale and changeful northern skies and the green plover calling?

A alma chora pelo que não existe.

As fantasias de infância são as memórias transfiguradas pela saudade.

This is what I miss, Cordelia: not something that's gone, but something that will never happen. Two old women giggling over their tea.

This is what I miss… not something that's gone, but something that will never happen.

How I would like to have them back, those pointless afternoons - the boredom, the aimlessness, the unformed possibilities.

You want to go back to where the sky was inside us

Does she ever see him watching her through the picture window? Most likely. Does she think he's a lecherous old man? Very probably. But he isn't exactly that. How to convey the mix of longing, wistfulness, and muted regret that he feels? His regret is that he isn't a lecherous old man, but he wishes he were. He wishes he still could be.

What I miss is what she'd say. What she would have said.

To live in a place where I am not, and in a time that is either past or not yet come.

If only I could have my time again.

Sometimes I can almost see around our heads, like gnats around a streetlight in summer, The children we could have, The glimmer of them.

I wanted impossible things. I wanted my life with her before it all turned bad. What I had been given had been taken away and now I was even less than before.

In her heart she longed for this man, dreamed of a life that could never be.

Of all sad words of tongue and pen the saddest are these, what might have been.