Walter Savage Landor Quotes

A dream is a wish your heart makes, when you're fast asleep.

A heart without dreams is like a bird without feathers.

It is only the hope of what is claimed that begets and nurishes the wish.

I strongly wish for what I faintly hope; like the daydreams of melancholy men, I think and think in things impossible, yet love to wander in that golden maze.

Like all people who have nothing, I lived on dreams.

I dream of vague shapes that hint of my heart's desire.

That is the worst moment, when you feel you have lost / The desires for all that was most desirable, / Before you are contented with what you can desire; / Before you know what is left to be desired; / And you go on wishing that you could desire / What desire has left behind.

Dreams are nothing more than wishes and a wish is just a dream you wish to come true.

Desire creates its own object.

Ships at a distance have every man's wish on board.

Where there is life there is wishful thinking.

Our visions begin with our desires.

To wish is little; we must long with the utmost eagerness to gain our end.

… the truth in the power of the wish

Everybody has dreams.

Someday' talks about a dream of mine.

If you desire something, you don't have it. It is more interesting than enjoyment, because enjoyment erases the mysteries and the vision of desire. Desire opens up possibilities but never achieves anything, whereas enjoyment is just the brutal achievement of something - and after that, it's done.

Sometimes the soul takes pictures of things it has wished for, but never seen.

I'm the kind of person that when I really want something, I wish for it. I wish on shooting stars. I wish on lots of things.

The other girls in the village never felt restless. Nhamo was like a pot of boiling water. 'I want...I want...,' she whispered to herself, but she didn't know what she wanted and she had no idea how to find it.

We part more easily with what we possess, than with our expectations of what we wish for; because expectation always goes beyond enjoyment.

Hope is merely another face of desire.

I sat on the hill, the wind whispering through the long grass that surrounded me. I stared at the stars and wanted more than what I was and more than what the world was and just - wanted.

Sleeping we imagine what awake we wish; D ogs dream of bones, and fishermen of fish.

Hopes were wallflowers. Hopes hugged the perimeter of a dance floor in your brain, tugging at their party lace, all perfume and hems and doomed expectation. They fanned their dance cards, these guests that pressed against the walls of your heart.