Why do we wish on faraway stars? Because our desires seem out of reach.Why do we wish on four-leaf clovers?Because our desires seem hard to find.Why do we wish on coins tossed in founts?Because our desires seem worth the cost.Why do we pray our wishes to God?Because then our desires seem possible.

I made a sorry face in response to such strong insistence, but I couldn’t believe him. Fantasies were exactly that―fantasies. Whimsy. Wishes. Mere castles in the sky without foundation or substance. Dreams didn’t come true. To believe so would be to believe falsely, to surrender to madness, to give in to an unreliable hope that would crush me once again as it always, always did!

World peace, true love, and happily-ever-afters amount to wasted wishes, failed endeavors, and most precious dreams.

I wish I could fly.I wish I were rich.I wish I had more time.”“But you can, and you are, and you do; I wish you would open your eyes.

I wish everyone had someone who never popped their balloons.

A person's needs are met, and his appetite subsides. A person's wants are met, and his thirst swells greedily without end.

I wish the hearts of human beings pumped with kind desires.I wish every gaze landed on the eyes of others compassionately.I wish hatred, envy, and vengeance were alien concepts to humankind.I wish the precious worth of every soul was universally understood.

Problems don’t actually exist. They’re just the hallucinogenic effects of people being weirded out on what they think life is supposed to be.

I wish upon a glimmering star,My hopes as distant and as far. So if this wish does not come true,I’m thankful for the few that do.