Quotes About Sadness

Gubbinal" That strange flower, the sun, Is just what you say. Have it your way. The world is ugly, And the people are sad. That tuft of jungle feathers, That animal eye, Is just what you say. That savage of fire, That seed, Have it your way. The world is ugly, And the people are sad.

That strange flower, the sun, Is just what you say. Have it your way. The world is ugly, And the people are sad.

Here is a girl who is pretty in a quiet way. I bet she's had a very sad life.

I can choose to sit in perpetual sadness, immobilized by the gravity of my loss, or I can choose to rise from the pain and treasure the most precious gift I have - life itself

Thunder explodes over their heads and Sarah sees the silver sheet of water pouring down outside the broken barn door, Cowboy slumped against the wall with a rueful smile, the buttons in his head reflecting the lightning in blue-white pattern, silver and turquoise, like eyes gazing inward, into his head. Sarah feels a sweep of sadness for Cowboy, the dispossessed panzerboy, his boots leaving tracks in the dust above which he once flew with his mind flicking at the speed of light.

The American girls, undaunted, maintained their natural warmth, and in their unrivalled sympathy there appeared genuine maternal feelings that did not alter for national differences, but that was feeble consolation in this profound sadness over the fact that "being a human being among other human beings" only ever happens in dreams of a perfect world.

paroxysms of weeping.

Ist es nicht absurd, dass einem die Erinnerung an gute Zeiten viel eher die Tränen in die Augen treibt als die an schlechte?

Grosse lacrime cominciarono a scorrermi sulla faccia e mi sforzai di convincermi che era solo una questione di nervi. E invece piangevo per la tristezza di dover constatare che il tempo sfugge a tutti noi e non si lascia alle spalle altro che immagini sempre più pallide.

Z wie Zwerch. Eine lustige Farbe, bei der man schon lachen musste, wenn man sie nur sah. Oder hörte. Man könnte traurige Dinge damit anstreichen.

But probably my favorite music, believe it or not, is sad music.

He explained what he saw in her eyes, which was not sadness or disappointment but understanding. Sympathy, he said, and wit. At some level sympathy implied knowledge and knowledge had a melancholy aspect. He believed that was universally true, no exceptions. When you knew too much you felt a natural distress but that was something quite different from fundamental personal sadness, sadness as a trait, like blue eyes. Her distress was not temperamental but intellectual.

I wasn't ready to feel as bad as I did. I'd never felt so lonely.

Music is amazing. There's some metaphysical comfort where it allows you to be isolated and alone while telling you that you are not alone... truly, the only cure for sadness is to share it with someone else.

Some of us have a hard time believing that we are actually able to face our own pain. We have convinced ourselves that our pain is too deep, too frightening, something to avoid at all costs. Yet if we finally allow ourselves to feel the depth of that sadness and gently let it break our hearts, we may come to feel a great freedom, a genuine sense of release and peace, because we have finally stopped running away from ourselves and from the pain that lives within us.

THE SAD, NOT-SO-SAD, BALLAD OF GOAT-HEAD JEAN, AMBIVALENT DEVIL QUEEN BY MICHAEL LOUIS CALVILLO

It's sad when the things you continue to do make people question whether you have dementia. They're not inside my brain to hear or see the hallucinations. Would it make them feel better to see me on a foggy day, the type where I curl up under my duvet and hide away from the world? Would that make the disease fit better into the pigeonhole they've allocated it?

Note that a loss of interest and pleasure in life is enough for a diagnosis of Major Depressive Episode—the presence of sadness, hopelessness, or depressed mood is not necessary.

Sadness and Happiness is a comparison between your fleeting momentary choices between past and future, modern and ancient."

I wonder if The Lesson is that, in order to succeed, I need to rely upon myself, trust myself, love myself, and not put my happiness and sadness into the hands of others.

I need to rely upon myself, trust myself, love myself and not put my happiness and sadness into the hands of others.

Engine loves his branch line. One day, when he stopped at a small station, some children looked sad. "They've closed our playground and our favorite sand pit." "Teacher says the sand is soiled and too dirty to play in.

Üzüntümle öylesine kayna?m???m ki" diyorum, "böylesine sarma? dola? bir karde?lik hakk?nda konu?maya al???k de?ilim

Joy mingled with sadness, even with grief, is the deepest human joy. It winds itself about the soul with indescribable sweetness, with a dim but unerring sense for what will some day be born of it.