Can Israelis be wistful? It is not the characteristic we usually associate with them; more typically they are said to be tough, sweet, angry, thoughtful, demanding - not wistful.
The word "miss" is so wistful. As is the word "wistful," for that matter. They both have sighs embedded in them, that "iss" sound. Which also sounds like if.
So often we have a kind of vague, wistful longing that the promises of Jesus should be true. The only way really to enter into them is to believe them with the clutching intensity of a drowning man.
Debbie Reynolds is as wistful as an iron foundry.
Dance music is great, but it's not a time to be reflective or particularly wistful.
I want a horse and plough, Chickens too, Just one cow, With a wistful moo.
Nothing is more wistful than the scent of lilac, nor more robust than its woody stalk, for we must remember that it is a tree as well as a flower, we must try not to forget this.
For two summers not a blue wing, not a blue warble. I seemed to miss something kindred and precious from my environment--the visible embodiment of the tender sky and wistful soil. What a loss, I said, to coming generations of dwellers in the country--no bluebird in spring!
We are these people,
wistful, ironical, wilful,
who have no part in
new-world reconstruction,
in the confederacy of labour.
For thousands of years, father and son have stretched wistful hands across the canyon of time.
I am obsessed with the Great Depression and with former showgirls - and the Victorians - the idea of wistful, dark romance.
I never saw a man who looked With such a wistful eye Upon that little tent of blue Which prisoners call the sky.
I had not thought of violets of late,
The wild, shy kind that springs beneath you feet
In wistful April days.
February, when the days of winter seem endless and no amount of wistful recollecting can bring back any air of summer.
Sometimes the way through someone's tough outer shell is to do something obvious, thoughtful and sweet.
The smile he gave her was wistful, just a little lift to his mouth. "You are a fighter." ""Yes. Always. And sometimes I'm a whole army.
All green and fair the summer lies, Just budded from the bud of spring, With tender blue of wistful skies, And winds that softly sing.