Words I Wish I Said Quotes Novels & Stories

his gaze is thoughtful as it rests on me, “I have a good sense of people. I’ve aways had it. When I first saw you, I knew you were a good person. You have a sharp tongue but a good heart. You’re a fair person.” I stare at him. “Please tell me you did not just make a sappy, little speech because I gave you a flag.” His lips quirk. “Fine. We can pretend I didn’t say anything.” “Oh, thank God,” I mutter. “Or I would have to throw up.” “You know you attract more flies with honey rather than vinegar.” “Why would I want to attract flies?” I give him an annoyed look. “It’s a saying.” “Well, it’s a stupid saying.”

Is it possible that I was struggling to find the right words to say? Cloud, how I wish I could tell you how many wonderful emotions you have the ability to elicit from me. I wish I could tell you how the time I spent with you and your family made it so easy for me to slip and fall. And that I wish I could tell you that I don't want our relationship to come to an end. I wish I could tell you how much I enjoy spending time with you. When I tell you that I enjoy having you here, I wish you felt the same way. I wish my heart wasn't so cruel as to believe that you would simply reject this expression of affection. I hope we can make it sooner rather than later without the need for someone else to

I wish, I'm the star you're talking about. I wish for the impossible. I hope one day someone like me will be your dream too.

She said, sniffing between words. "No, don't say that; you have everything to live for. You…" "I have nothing to leave for!" She interupted. "Do you know how it feels not to make your own choices, and have the freedom you deserve? Do you know how it feels to lose the only person who understands you the most? Do you know how it feels to be banned from being with the one person that your heart yields for? If you do, you won't be telling me this right now." She wailed.

I felt so jealous and I wished I could experience this kind of feeling, but I dare not as I am not allowed to. I wish I could be geniuinely happy with Leo and I don't have to pretend to love him. I wish my parents never died and I married Leo because I was truly in love with you. I wish I didn't need to avenge my parents death. But like they say, if wishes were horses. I have to face the reality of my life and be happy for others that are experiencing genuine happiness.

I thought for a second before realizing I didn't even need to make a wish, the one I made before had already been granted, and I had everything I needed right there with me. "I made a wish a long time ago, after a brutal night, for someone to come and find me, who wouldn't be scared of me and just love me regardless of my past," I said as I looked back up at Alex, "I think that wish was more than granted, and I'm going to treasure it every day of the rest of my life, however long it lasts." "Took the words right out of mouth, Love," Alex said as she stood back up and grabbed my hand, leading me with her as we walked back home, "I hope this time it won't be in shambles."

It's the same damn words that have been sitting at the back of my throat the whole night, choking me. Giving it a shot, I close my eyes tightly and cross both of my fingers, putting all I've got into it. Please let Cory love me back. "I know I shouldn't ask this, but what was your wish?" "I'm not telling. It's not going to come true if I do." "Well, I'm going to tell you mine." He faces me, even if he can't see my face in the dark. "Your choice." "I wished we'd be friends forever, and ever, and ever."

I hate him and his arrogant ways and if I had a wish. If I had a wish. That thought struck a nerve and I started thinking about all the things I could wish for. To change my past, or perhaps I could've made a wish before it actually took place. I could wish for a family that really loved me ; or maybe a family of my own. But wishes were only lost thoughts and they will never come true. I left the park and went back to the office. Some of the workers were looking at me as I made my way to the elevator. It didn't faze me because I was used to being stared at. Whether it was because of my body or my status.

It hadn’t. “I wish you were here,” Ivy whispered, her thumb brushing over the glass. “I wish you hadn’t left me. I wish… I wish I didn’t have to figure all of this out alone.” Her voice wavered. “I thought if I worked hard enough, if I was good enough, maybe… maybe someone would want me. Love me. But I was wrong, wasn’t I?” The silence of the apartment pressed in, but she kept talking, as if her mother might answer.

Count me in. Let’s admit it—we’ve always wanted to live luxuriously, even if it’s just for a day or two. It’s a different world that we thrive in. If I’d even get to print a tweet for my motto in life, it’d probably be that one statement I saw “I wish God made me sad but filthy rich.” Because hey, I’d be a hypocrite if I won’t say that money can’t buy a little happiness—maybe they’re searching for it in the wrong store.