And so sepúlchred in such pomp dost lie, That kings for such a tomb would wish to die.
The Complete PoetryThe stars crossed and The Boy wished he could have hung himself on them.
The Boy With The Thorn In His SideWe all wish to reach a ripe old age, but none of us are prepared to admit that we are already there.
Francisco de QuevedoA goal that is set in your head is only a wish and holds as much form as smoke.
On The Journey To AchievementWe must be what we wish our children to be. They will form their characters from ours.
The Mother at Home