['wɒntɪŋ] or ['wɔntɪŋ]
(p. pr. & vb. n.) of Want
(a.) Absent; lacking; missing; also, deficient; destitute; needy; as, one of the twelve is wanting; I shall not be wanting in exertion.
Synonyms and Synonymous
a. Deficient, defective, lacking.
- Not wanting to go through the yard, because of the dogs, she turned off along the hill-side to descend on the pond from above. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
- The early habit of reading was wanting. Jane Austen. Mansfield Park.
- There was really nothing wanting. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Return of Sherlock Holmes.
- Then you'll not be wanting me any more tonight, ma'am? Thomas Hardy. The Return of the Native.
- He would have been more and more sensible of what was wanting in his home. Charles Dickens. David Copperfield.
- Nothing was wanting on Mrs. Palmer's side that constant and friendly good humour could do, to make them feel themselves welcome. Jane Austen. Sense and Sensibility.
- Ah, well, said Mrs. Archer, I understand May's wanting her cousin to tell people abroad that we're not quite barbarians. Edith Wharton. The Age of Innocence.
- You have done the only thing wanting to complete my happiness. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
- Away, seek them out instantly--and hark thee, if a byzant or two will sharpen their memory, let them not be wanting. Walter Scott. Ivanhoe.
- Such acts were not wanting to adorn the grim train that waited on the progress of the plague. Mary Shelley. The Last Man.
- However, she always said yes to whatever people asked her, wanting courage or character to beg leave to differ from anybody's opinion. Harriette Wilson. The Memoirs of Harriette Wilson.
- He went to town on business three days ago, and I got him to take charge of some papers which I was wanting to send to John. Jane Austen. Emma.
- Accepting your illustration, surely we have one unquestionable virtue in England which is wanting in China. Wilkie Collins. The Woman in White.
- I am constantly wanting you to draw him for me, Margaret. Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell. North and South.
- What is wanting to it? Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
- This is what I find principally wanting in their reasonings, and what I shall here endeavour to supply. David Hume. A Treatise of Human Nature.
- She was occupied in knitting; a large cat sat demurely at her feet; nothing in short was wanting to complete the beau-ideal of domestic comfort. Charlotte Bronte. Jane Eyre.
- You are wanting to find out if there is anything uncomfortable for you to do now, only because Mr. Casaubon wished it. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
- If you go upon arguments, they are never wanting, when a man has no constancy of mind. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
- I think, dear, we are wanting in respect to mamma's memory, to put them by and take no notice of them. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
- It's this sort of thing--this tyrannical spirit, wanting to play bishop and banker everywhere--it's this sort of thing makes a man's name stink. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
- The Penns found here some strenuous advocates; nor were there wanting some who warmly espoused the side of the people. Benjamin Franklin. Memoirs of Benjamin Franklin.
- There is a strange unwholesome smell upon the room, like mildewed corduroys, sweet apples wanting air, and rotten books. Charles Dickens. David Copperfield.
- You know the kind of document, sir--wanting employ? Charles Dickens. Bleak House.
- Invitations of the formal kind had been wanting, however, for Will had never been asked to go to Lowick. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
- It is a beautiful case--a beautiful case--and what little is wanting to complete it, I expect to be able to supply in a few hours. Charles Dickens. Bleak House.
- Emma made no answer, and tried to look cheerfully unconcerned, but was really feeling uncomfortable and wanting him very much to be gone. Jane Austen. Emma.
- Yet as he lingered before the flower-beds in the morning sunshine, there was a certain isolation, a fear about him, as of something wanting. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
- If he be as little wanting to himself as to others, his character is entirely perfect. David Hume. A Treatise of Human Nature.
- He had been wanting to do that all day and now he did it, he could feel his throat swelling. Hemingway, Ernest. For Whom The Bell Tolls.