She alone dares and wishes to know from within, where she, the outcast, has never ceased to hear the resonance of fore language. She lets the other language speak – the language of 1,000 tongues which knows neither enclosure nor death. To life she refuses nothing. Her language does not contain, it carries; it does not hold back; it makes possible.
I miss it every minute, and I have no wish at all to go back.
Poetry is the cipher key to the five mystic wishes packed in a hollow silver bullet fed to a flying fish.
Poetry is a diary kept by a sea creature who lives on land and wishes he could fly.
The Potemkin city of which I wish to speak here is none other than our dear Vienna herself.
Never impose your language on people you wish to reach.
I wish I could write easily. I’m one of those guys who’s visited by the muse when things are dire.
It takes getting everything you ever wanted and then losing it, to know what true freedom is.
I wish I could escape into some alter-ego, just so I could feel more comfortable onstage.
Riding turns ‘I wish into ‘I can’.
I don’t really care about being accepted now. I wish I had been like that earlier.
Be careful what you wish for. There’s always a catch.
I wish I had cancer. I will burn in hell for that, but it’s true.
I feel my griefs too, and there scarce is ground Upon my flesh t’inflict another wound. Yet dare I not complain, or wish for death With holy Paul; lest it be thought the breath Of discontent; or that these prayers be For weariness of life, not love of thee.
I only wish I knew that you’d actually want to be with me when that time is over.
I am always thirsting for beautiful, beautiful, beautiful music. I wish I could make it. Perhaps there isn’t any music on earth like what I picture to myself.
Here honor binds me, and I wish to satisfy it.
I am master of myself as of the universe, so I am; so I wish to be.
One doesn’t wish to see those to whom one owes so much.
Once you know your deepest wish you can base your life on intention rather than craving
I just wish the world was twice as big and half of it was still unexplored.
The world is so ass-backwards it almost makes you wish you were dyslexic.
Resolved, that I will live so, as I shall wish I had done when I come to die.
Resolved to live with all my might while I do live, and as I shall wish I had done ten thousand years hence.
I frequently hear persons in old age say how they would live, if they were to live their lives over again: Resolved, That I will live just so as I can think I shall wish I had done, supposing I live to old age.
I have my own dying empire to contend with, and I do not wish for any other.
I wish the camera could smell my armpits. Dude, mine smell good.
Pure libertarianism believes that people will be generous and help each other. Well, they won’t. I wish it were so, and I live that way.
Living in the limelight: the universal dream for those who wish to SEEM. Those who wish to BE, must put aside the alienation, get on with the fascination, the real relation, the underlying theme.
The ones we wish could hear us have heard it all before.
I wish myself to be a prop, if anything, for my songs. I want to be the vehicle for my songs. I would like to colour the material with as much visual expression as is necessary for that song.
We slit the Catholic throat, stoned the poor on such slogans as wish you could hear and love is all we need.
Some make you sing and some make you scream. One makes you wish that you’d never been seen. But there’s a shop on the corner that’s selling papier mache, making bullet-proof faces, Charlie Manson, Cassius Clay. If you want it, boys, get it here, thing.
If you wish to grow thinner, diminish your dinner,<br>And take to light claret instead of pale ale;<br>Look down with an utter contempt upon butter,<br>And never touch bread till its toasted–or stale.
I wish I knew the good of wishing.