wistful

July 7th, 2013 | 186 Entries

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186 Entries for “wistful”

  1. There were times that he wished that he was back on the island. The simplicity of his life there was something that he greatly missed. Sometimes, as he trained or nocked an arrow at someone, he thought about that time and wished he was there.

    by on 07.07.2013
  2. I am a wispy wisp…with herring bones and a pale speckled face. i am wandering wistfully upon the wind…i am happy to wait as much so as i am happy to go.

  3. He finally dropped the pretense and gave her a wistful smile. “The thing is,” he said smugly, “what I took from them, what I took from you? – You’ll never get it back! Your youth, your LIFE, is mine!”

    by tonykeyesjapan on 07.07.2013
  4. Wistful. Like the wind whispering through the trees as she walked through the dim forest. Something cracked. She spun around suddenly only to find that something or someone was following her.

  5. She sat in the heat of the summer rays, a fan in hand and a cold glass of lemonade sweating in the grass. The wind blew the soft scent of fresh cut hay and she dreamed of living away from there. Dreamed of smelling the salt spray of the Indian Ocean or the frigid Arctic air of Siberia. She had the wistful sense of wonder usually allotted to the rich and powerful who could travel the world on a moment’s notice. She sighed and turned her eyes toward the sky, breathing in, and smiled.

    by Rachel on 07.07.2013
  6. Wistful. The sound of it makes me angry. Wist-ful. The “wist” part… it just sounds so… whispy and faint. I think the word “wistful” is one of the most frustrating words. ‘Wist” is flimsy and not ‘ful’…. but to be ‘ful’ of the ‘wist’ can be incredibly frustrating… i guess it makes sense. what the hell am I even writing about now.

  7. I am a wispy wisp wistfully wandering by means of the wind. I am willing to wait as much so as i am willing to go.

    by D on 07.07.2013
  8. A young girl sleeps under an old oak tree. She dreams of a time beyond her own. Long forgotten pasts, ancient civilizations, the young girl wistfully dreams.

    by Eflection on 07.07.2013
  9. The stares followed me as I climbed up the ladder. They all wished they were in my place. I could only laugh to myself. I would have given anything to let them step into my shoes. Thus is the burden of duty.

    by The Good Doctor on 07.07.2013
  10. How about there was one day where you stopped in the middle of the street and decided to look down at a leaf, and you noticed a pause in the air. That leaf was moving, and you wanted so badly to tell someone, but you couldn’t. Because no one saw it.

  11. She had a wistful look in her eyes as she thought of Jacob. His handsome features and gentle voice. He had a way of soothing her that she’d never experienced. It is as if he knew exactly what she needed to hear

    by dilania on 07.07.2013
  12. sometimes i think about the people we used to be. I don’t know how to give you anymore chances. I have a running queue of things that would make you laugh but i haven’t added to the list lately. i don’t know who you are anymore. it makes me sad.

    by Rhea on 07.07.2013
  13. I looked up at the sky and saw the dark cloud flow in front of the sun, blocking it out. “This can’t be good,” I thought to myself. I made a bee-line for the door but before I could reach the handle the sky lit up and the ground shook.

  14. Her gaze swept across the space as her heart fluttered. Despite the feeling in her chest, she couldn’t manage to keep herself rooted. It was all she could do to keep concentrated on the work her hands were doing.

  15. Wistful I am. Wistful I wish to be. I want to be everything that you say I can’t be. The definition of everything you wish you can be. Take that

    by Addonis Amador on 07.07.2013
  16. Wistful I am. Wistful I wish to be. I want to be everything that you say I can’t be. The definition of everything you wish you can be. Take that

    by Addonis Amador on 07.07.2013
  17. Wistful I am. Wistful I wish to be. I want to be everything that you say I can’t be. The definition of everything you wish you can be. Take that

    by Addonis Amador on 07.07.2013
  18. Wistful I am. Wistful I wish to be. I want to be everything that you say I can’t be. The definition of everything you wish you can be. Take that

    by Addonis Amador on 07.07.2013
  19. Wistful I am. Wistful I wish to be. I want to be everything that you say I can’t be. The definition of everything you wish you can be. Take that

    by Addonis Amador on 07.07.2013
  20. Wistful I am. Wistful I wish to be. I want to be everything that you say I can’t be. The definition of everything you wish you can be. Take that

    by Addonis Amador on 07.07.2013
  21. I laughed, and it was a beautiful sound. Or so he said. I can’t really remember. Funny, how that overwhelming sadness can over power everything. After, you can’t remember anything funny, anything happy, anything at all. Its all a wistful part of the past. It’s like you never experienced it at all.

    by Ava Aeterna on 07.07.2013
  22. I laughed, and it was a beautiful sound. Or so he said. I can’t really remember. Funny, how that overwhelming sadness can over power everything. After, you can’t remember anything funny, anything happy, anything at all. Its all a wistful part of the past. It’s like you never experienced it at all.

    by Ava Aeterna on 07.07.2013
  23. The Baron frowned at her. “Madame,” he said, “I do not know if it has escaped your notice, but I am a cat.” His eyes narrowed, and Agatha decided that at that moment, the baron looked very much like a rather put-out and dangerous feline. “All I want is for the young mistress to come into her majority at the appropriate time with the proper knowledge and maturity expected of a lady of her standing – something that only you, thus far, have been able to give her – so that she can take this blasted enchantment off of me and I can resume being a carefree housepet once again.”

    But Agatha was not deterred. “Is being human really all that bad?” she asked flatly.

    “Allow me to make this simple for you to understand,” the Baron replied. “My life for the last seven years has been nothing short of a hell on earth.”

  24. I wish I didnt let it go for so long
    Full of regret
    Dont want to let it go but I gotta believe
    That something better will arise
    And not allow my mind to wallow on it
    Need no attachment but my mind wont let me leave
    I hope your doing well somewhere out there

    by Sophia on 07.07.2013
  25. When I don’t see him for a while, I am wistful. Where do the memories go? Where has all of our time gone? It is the wistfulness of nature, bringing nostalgia into full speed like the wind on an autumn day. Leaves fall like our memories (fall apart), and we’re left here, wistful of what we have, and what we have lost.

    by Amy on 07.07.2013
  26. Whenever I see you, I’m wistful. I give you a wistful smile, or a mere look. I wish we weren’t like this. I’m sorry about before, and I’m sorry about now. I wish we could start over, but I know that’s not like you. I guess it’s whatever now, but I don’t want it to be. I miss you, as a partner, or a friend.

  27. It’s been a long time, to many people have passed by, to many moments, sadness, joy. Everything but not you. Not you. I can’t figure out if i miss you, if it’s love or just a habit.

    by Leonora on 07.07.2013
  28. His life was very wistful he never understood why it just was and he didn’t want to change. He was lonely but that’s all he knew.

    by Sam on 07.07.2013
  29. I wish he didn’t have to go.

    Don’t get me wrong. I know it’s good. I know he’s going to serve so many people. But I can’t help but have this feeling. Part of me wishes he could stay. Part of me wishes we could stay together and be together and skip the two years. But he won’t, and even if he would I wouldn’t let him. So I’ll smile instead and keep the feeling inside where it belongs.

  30. Don’t be wistful–that’s in the past.
    Make your wish happen to day.
    Don’t mope and moon.
    Take action. Be active not reactive.
    Wistful means someone or something got away.
    Go get it–seize the day. Be triumphant and shine.

    by Robin on 07.07.2013
  31. “What was it like? Your home?”
    For a long moment, she didn’t answer. And, when she finally did, her voice was soft, wistful even. “It is…not like this place.” she begins slowly, clearly choosing her words with care. “There are oceans of grass and the blades turn cerulean in the wake of our crimson sun. The sky is vast, bigger than you can imagine. The water so green, it looks like liquid emeralds.” she sighed.
    “For everything you’ve said, I thought you hated it there.” I began. “But now…it sorta sounds like you miss it.”

  32. Wistful thinking is like wishful thinking without hope. A wist is a non-hope, a burden bearing down on you. Being wistful is feeling hopeless.

    by Blob on 07.07.2013
  33. I was thinking that this would be something more than it was. Instead, it was just another day. Longing filled me, a desire for something new. But I was unsure how to judge the moment. If it was time or not. I understood that moments

    by Jay Ward on 07.07.2013
  34. Who knew that it would come to this. The seconds and minutes ticking the time away. I knew I would find myself in this situation but honestly thought I might avoid it. Sweet talk myself in the opposite direction. My own direction. Perhaps it is fate. Perhaps it is wistful thinking. I realise glumly that I do not have a tiny bit of hold on my own future. I am just a pawn to be played.

  35. Wistful is not a word that i know. i would actually love to learn what this word means. It looks like a cross of Whit and Whisk . strange word. Actually i have no idea what it means. Forgive me for this is my first post , and a failure !

  36. She stared at the pages slowly, quietly, solemnly, like she knew what she was doing. Then the phone rang and of course, it was him so she slammed it down and pulled the cord out. Judging that wasn’t enough, she then got to her knees and disconnected the router with such force that the yellow wire ripped in half. Staring at the broken wire in her hand, she stumbled back in dismay, bits of tears clouding up her heavy, heavy eyeliner.

    by Shannon on 07.07.2013
  37. “Wistful thinking,” she says, caressing my jawline with a rigid finger. The ring that resentfully surrounds it runs unevenly on the acne and scarring I am blessed with.

    by ABC on 07.07.2013
  38. THe wind was wistful, it blew her hair gently across her face. A small strand got caught on her moist lips ad the moment was perfect. This moment as if it were a perfect photograph.

    by Brianna on 07.07.2013
  39. i dont know what this word means but it reminds me of wishful. and i am wishful. i wish so many things every single day that i lose track of the things that i want. today i want one thing and tomorrow it could be the complete opposite. i wish i knew what wistful meant because then i would be writing about it instead of writing about a completely different word. lol.

    by bianca on 07.07.2013
  40. I can feel it now, my time is drawing to an end. The ebb and flow of life will no longer include me soon, drawing back again like the ocean tides. Water tinted red from late night sunsets. I’ve been broken before, many times, but never have I been washed away so completely like my name in the sand that I just wrote two minutes ago. Never before have I been conscious about the insignificance of my existence. one day, all evidence of my influence will be erased. there is no escaping this singular truth. But still, I swear the sky speaks to me; their whispers tell me that we are star bound, and even if my falling for you makes no impact in the earth, there will still be temporary meaning found in the way I watch you. Maybe that’s just wishful thinking. Maybe, I’m just being wistful. Wishing that even though my life is meaningless and inevitably intertwined with void, that your life will matter, that you won’t completely disappear. So that if my essence is ever recycled back into this world, and I am given breath again, and you have long since gone, there will be traces left for me here reminding me that the greatest thing in all of eternity happened to me in this place, and even though she is gone, I am lucky enough to have the ability to be wistful.

    by Sevio Stanton on 07.07.2013