Quotes About Sadness

Well, I thought a lot of things. But mostly, I thought that your being sad was much more important to me than Craig not being your boyfriend anymore. And if it meant that I would never get to think of you that way, as long as you were happy, it was okay. That's when I realized that I really loved you.

Esta es mi vida, y quiero que sepas que estoy triste y feliz al mismo y tiempo y aun intento descubrir como es posible.

The saddest people smile the brightest

OK, questa è la mia vita. E desidero che tu sappia che sono felice e triste al tempo stesso, e che sto ancora cercando di capire come ciò sia possibile.

The nights he would pick up someone always made him sad. It's hard, too, because Patrick began every night really excited. He always said he felt free. And tonight was his destiny. And things like that. But by the end of that night, he just looked sad.

She wasn't bitter. But it was a hopeful kind of sad that just takes time

I said, Well, I thought a lot of things, but mostly, I thought that your being sad was much more important to me than Craig not being your boyfriend anymore. And if it meant that I would never get to think of you that way, as long as you were happy, it was okay. That's when I realized that I truly loved you.

I had an amazing feeling when I finally held the tape in my hand. I just thought to myself that in the palm of my hand, there was this one tape that had all of these memories and feelings and great joy and sadness. Right there in the palm of my hand. And I thought about how many people have loved those songs. And how many people got through a lot of bad times because of those songs. And how many people enjoyed good times with those songs. And how much those songs really mean.

Maybe it's sad that these are now memories. And maybe it's not sad. And maybe it's just the fact that we loved Aunt Helen, especially me, and this was the time we could spend with her.

Acabo de lembrar o que me fez pensar desta forma. Vou escrever sobre isso porque, se eu fizer, não terei de pensar no assunto. E não quero ficar triste.

She would be alive if I were born on a day that didn't snow. I would do anything to make this go away. I miss her terribly. I have to stop writing now because I am too sad.

Bueno, esta es mi vida. Y quiero que sepas que estoy al mismo tiempo contento y triste, y que todavía intento descubrir cómo eso es posible.

It's hard, too, because Patrick began every night really excited. He always said he felt free. And tonight was his destiny. And things like that. But by the end of that night, he just looked sad.

I would tell you about the rest of the night, but I honestly don't remember much about it. It's all a very sad daze.

I like the word "only" in the last sentence: "…you are only a troubled guest / on the dark earth." The "only" suggests that to be a troubled guest is a normal condition, and that you might have many other identities at the same time. But to be only a troubled guest is of course a particularly sad identity.

It was kind of sad. We got her on the cover, but I could see the change in her beauty. There was an emptiness in her eyes.

But now the joy is gone and the sadness is back, the sadness feels like something deserved, the price of some not-quite-forgotten betrayal.

It's the pool where we all go down to drink, to swim, to catch a little fish from the edge of the shore; it's also the pool where some hardy souls go out in their flimsy wooden boats after the big ones. It is the pool of life, the cup of imagination, and she has an idea that different people see different versions of it, but with two things ever in common: it's always about a mile deep in the Fairy Forest, and it's always sad. Because imagination isn't the only thing this place is about.

Our memories have voices, too. Often sad ones that clamor like raised arms in the dark.

All alcohol smells the same to me, of sadness and loss.

And I believe happiness is the exact opposite of sadness, bitterness, and hatred: happiness should remain unexamined as long as possible.

For a moment the dark and fearsomely sad thoughts which inhabit her mind grow even sadder and darker; Lisey thinks they will either kill her or drive her insane.

Same shit, different day, he thinks, but now the joy is gone and the sadness is back, the sadness that feels like something deserved, the price of some not-quite-forgotten betrayal.

I scratched the word HELLO in small letters. ... And as names go, it's a good one, isn't it? In spite of all the damage that followed, I still think that's the perfect name for a picture drawn by a man who was trying his best not to be sad anymore - who was trying to remember how it felt to be happy.