Quotes About Sadness

El narciso que se empereza en la contemplación de su propia belleza, o de su propia importancia, o de su propia desdicha, y morosamente la paladea con ayuda de un analista, descansa confortablemente en el diván de su tristeza.

Ela sabia que naquele momento não havia criança mais ali. Todos eram grandes, grandes e tristes, ceando a mesma tristeza aos pedaços.

Ben ÅŸimdi de, bu iki kuÅŸu düÅŸünüyordum. MuhabbetkuÅŸunu ve kanaryay?. Ne Yapm??lard? onlar?? Orlando Cabelo de Fogo'nun ispinozu gibi belki onlar da üzüntüden ölecekti.. Belki özgürlüklerine kavuÅŸturmak için kafeslerinin kap?s?n? açm??lard?. Ama bu da onlar? öldürmek gibi bir ÅŸey olurdu. Çünkü uçmay? unutmuÅŸlard? art?k.

Sabe V. que es muy triste para mí el perderla á v. después de haberla conocido?

I notice that the artists, if that is what they are, at the tables around, have noticed my Scandinavian. Their artist girlfriends have noticed her New York fashions. And I never cease to notice her beauty, sad, as all beauty is, because it is not eternal.

How beautiful is death, when earned by virtue! 80 Who would not be that youth? what pity is it That we can die but once to serve our country!8 —Why sits this sadness on your brows, my friends? I should have blushed if Cato's house had stood Secure, and flourished in a civil war. 85 —Portius, behold thy brother, and remember Thy life is not thy own, when Rome demands it.

Little son, I have longed a while to see you, and now I see you the fairest thing ever a woman bore. In sadness came I hither, in sadness did I bring forth, and in sadness has your first feast day gone. And as by sadness you came into the world, your name shall be called Tristan; that is the child of sadness." After she had said these words she kissed him, and immediately when she had kissed him she died.

He was laughing. But sad was the impression he gave.

Evolutionary theory suggests that we should embrace all of our emotions, as each has an important role to play under the right circumstances. So, though you may seek ways to increase happiness, don't haphazardly push away your sadness. No doubt, it's there for good reason.

They talk about prohibition in America. What can one do in a country such as that?    'What does one do in America when one is sad - without alcohol?' asks Zwonimir.

An indescribable sadness emanated from the white splendour of the staircase and balustrade; the blood-red, now almost black splendour of the carpets. The huge palms in their huge pots looked like they had recently arrived from the cemetery. Their dark green leaves also looked blackish, like wizened, perished weapons from olden days.

I thought they were my kin then, Lionblaze reflected sadly. Brambleclaw is Tawnypelt's brother. . . . I liked them, especially Tigerheart. But now . . .

The strange cat looked at him blankly. "It's been so long since any cat spoke my name, I don't need it anymore." His eyes spoke to Firestar of deep sadness; his voice ached with it, so that Firestar could hardly bear to listen.

Who's that?" he exclaimed. "She's the most beautiful cat I've ever seen! Why is she so sad? Oh, my whiskers, is she bleeding too? What on earth is wrong with your Twolegs? Why don't they take better care of you?

Floss is dead.

Squirrelflight gave Brambleclaw a last, long look, anger and sadness battling in her gaze, then stalked away to join the gray tom.

I've lost my best friend," he murmured. "I never thought I would feel so empty.

This crap had been going on for years now. In the absence of any real progress, gunter subculture had become mired in bravado, bullshit, and pointless infighting. It was sad, really.

Standing there, under the bleak fluorescents of my tiny one-room apartment, there was no escaping the truth. In real life, I was nothing but an antisocial hermit. A recluse. A pale-skinned pop culture–obsessed geek. An agoraphobic shut-in, with no real friends, family, or genuine human contact. I was just another sad, lost, lonely soul, wasting his life on a glorified videogame.

I was devastated. I was still in love with her.

Afuera los primeros pájaros cantan tristes, llamando al sol. Es la hora de las tinieblas. Y la iglesia está helada, como llena de demonios, mientras seguimos en la noche recitando los salmos.

A sadness like a coqui that has been told to remain silent and I wanted Taina to sing...

If you want to learn how to be happy, you have to know what is sadness first.

No society has been able to abolish human sadness, no political system can deliver us from the pain of living, from our fear of death, our thirst for the absolute. It is the human condition that directs the social condition, not vice versa.