Quotes About Wistfulness

The saddest thing of word or pen, To know the things that might have been.

Of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these, 'It might have been.

For of all sad words of tongue or pen, The saddest are these: "It might have been!

I almost wish we were butterflies and liv'd but three summer days - three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain.

anemoia nostalgia for a time you never experienced.

vellichor n. the strange wistfulness of used bookstores, which are somehow infused with the passage of time—filled with thousands of old books you'll never have time to read, each of which is itself locked in its own era, bound and dated and papered over like an old room the author abandoned years ago, a hidden annex littered with thoughts left just as they were on the day they were captured.

When deep August arrives, a certain melancholy sets in, the kind people get on a Sunday afternoon.

Nostalgia is a narcotic.

There are still places I cannot walk past, though we only walked here those two days. When I walk I look for places we did not go.

I feel sorry for you. One morning you will get up and your dreams will stay in your pillow.

I can remember staring at the orphanage and feeling envy.

It is not because I do not love my adopted land - it is the natural feeling of one far from home, who remembers those happy, carefree days when life flowed at full tide, without responsibility, flashing past one like the drama in a fascinating story of adventure and romance.

It seems the loneliest place in the world for something so lovely.

What I want back is what I was Before the bed, before the knife, Before the brooch-pin and the salve Fixed me in this parenthesis; Horses fluent in the wind, A place, a time gone out of mind.

Dear, sweet, unforgettable childhood! Why does this irrevocable time, forever departed, seem brighter, more festive and richer than it actually was?

Oh, that was a good time, when I was unhappy.

I've often been sorry to see a night end, even while I have loved seeing the dawn come.

A better time. A simpler time,' said the Doctor. 'That's what we all yearn for. The pain of wanting to belong somewhere. To go home.

All those other lives. You never did get to lead them.

Probably no one alive hasn't at one time or another brooded over the possibility of going back to an earlier, ideal age in his existence and living a different kind of life.

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

Gândurile cele mai adânci ÅŸi cele mai scumpe sunt acelea pentru care regret?m c? n-avem lacrimi.

A? da toate peisajele din lume pe cel al copil?riei mele.

Still there were times, as Jill whirled through her final preparations, when Emily stood watching her, wondering where the years had gone, wishing them back.