Quotes About Sadness

There's great sadness and life doesn't work out like you would want, on a lot of levels, but there's no need to feel all alone. This happens to everybody, so there's no self-pity. This is the ride that humans are on, and all of it is essential for our natural part of it.

But now Americans, they felt a sense of peace and protection because they've been separated by so many thousands of miles of ocean. And you know, the fact that it's come to the U.S. like this is so sad, and yet you know, what can you do? It's here.

War is not game. If you lose, you can be mad or sad two or three days. War makes you sad every day, every minute.

She would have thrived as a grandmother. I know how much she would have contributed to their lives, and I am sad they will miss out on that.

'Beauty Queen' will always be a favourite because I think it's a really tight play, and when it's done right, there is a sadness to it that I love.

It was not for moon gazing I came into Mount Yoshino yet seeing it I grieve over the sad world

Why does nobody understand that these are tears without a beginning or an end? I thought sadness had a beginning and an end. And a middle. A story, if you like. I was wrong.

I was feeling low. Low is the depressive's euphemism for despair.

You too are cast in sadness thicker than stone, heavier than water,' she says. 'It ties you, like me, to this leaden earth.' I lean forward and kiss her. 'Only in dreams,' she says, 'can we be ourselves, uncaged, wild of spirit. Here I am free to climb a tree and find a boy with eyes as sad as mine.

When a human in happy time, he/she doesn't understand the reality! He/she doesn't realize it until he/she is touched by sadness, pain, poverty, refusal, betrayal, hate, abuse and so many things. Until then he/she doesn't know what the reality is. Cause the reality is very harsh and very hard to accept.

There would be no sequel to the sadness

Condition a woman (or a man) to value submission above all other attitudes and you will produce a character type whose most readily expressed emotion will be sadness.

We didn't find him for three days because we didn't realize he was missing. That's the saddest part of this story. He'd hanged himself from a tree, one of several that grew in a small sliver of land between my parents' house and the neighbors', out by a swing set untouched for years. He timbered over like a sapling when my father cut him down, his body gone stiff.

I visit him a few times downtown while he paints. We talk about how he's going to Spain for the fall semester and he shows me a painting he did and points to this one part, a bridge, and tells me he thought of me when he painted it. It is so sad how knowing something so small can make me so happy.

All he cares about is going out there with his Jack Daniels bottle. Nothing has changed. That's kind of sad. If David was doing better than he used to be, then that would be different. But it was a joke and he made it that way.

The tears of the world are a constant quantity. For each one who begins to weep, somewhere else another stops. The same is true of the laugh. (He laughs.) Let us not then speak ill of our generation, it is not any unhappier than its predecessors. (Pause.) Let us not speak well of it either. (Pause.) Let us not speak of it at all.

But she…I…" The emptiness of his thefted recollections was real as any love loss. The rifled wallet seemed trivial. Tears banked his eyes. "But she was—" Confusion snarled the sentence's end. "What was she, friend?" Calli asked. "She…was." That was the sad entirety.

He cutteth off your love to the creature, that ye might learn that God only is the right owner of your love, sorrow, loss, sadness, death or the worst things that are, except sin:

Even knowing the ending was sad, I wouldn't have deprived myself the beauty of the story.

A POET IS SOMEONE who is very happy and very sad, who is quick to anger and who loves intensely, who feels strongly. Children are like that, too. A philosopher is someone who is very observant, who ponders and wants to know how things really are. Children are like that, too.

I hope the only blue you ever have in your life is the blue in your eyes. But if those sad times come—which they're bound to—you remember to keep a song in your heart. Making music when you're happy, it got the power to heal others. But making music when you're sad, it got the power to heal you.

Her sadness was an ecstasy, a guilt, an assignation.

I don't know how the poor farmers deal with such situations in real life. It's really sad.

There was something unbearable about the damp, dark earth closing over a coffin and the still, empty flesh that was inside. She had attended a hundred funerals, but when you really loved someone there was something too final about a burial. Something brutal.