Quotes About Sadness

One should either be sad or joyful. Contentment is a warm sty for eaters and sleepers.

Each time I read, and witness the scintillating and austere construction of a system, I cannot help but to feel a certain sadness - the edifice itself is somehow depressing.

To live in constant apprehension of life. Exhaustion before one has made the effort. To attempt to laugh at it all, until the laughter becomes slightly sad, until tedium covers everything with its tenebrous haze.

Afraid to be content. Content to be sad.

Black is closing in around my eyes. I realize with a great, tired sadness that I am losing the world. The walls, the molding on the door frame, the yellow of the lamp, his back at the sink… are all achingly beautiful. I reach out and feel myself groping in the air, feel myself falling great distances, feel nothing at all. Suddenly, with a red rush I can breathe and I can see. I get up from the floor before he turns around and says, "You look flushed.

We're a family with a pretty light sense of humor but, still, on the anniversary of my mom's passing we don't feel like getting 'colorful' and remembering her favorite foods. Every March 5th, the anniversary of her passing, we go to church and are sad for pretty much the rest of the day.

I don't know whether there is anyone else at all who remembers my noble father with such sadness.

With 'Bright Star' and with 'The Piano,' too, I felt a kind of sadness about it being in such a different era, because of my lack of experience with the era. And one of the ways I'd get over it is to remind myself that every film, even if it's contemporary, creates its own world.

People identify with being heartbroken. We've all been heartbroken, haven't we? I've been dumped, and it feels horrible.

Music can make you go from sadness to an immense sadness. There is a limit; if you go too far, it becomes schmaltzy.

Nobody is immune to feeling depressed.

From time to time I look at the picture when I am very sad. I just want to remember my past and that scene made a deep impression on me.

Feeling sad or lonely isn't a bad thing. But those emotions increase the risk that you'll cross the line into self-pity.

It's incredible that they censor films. It's sad.

A light wind blew through here that carried with it scents of sadness and loss, not recognizable odors but smells that corresponded to nothing, chimerical fragrances able to evoke melancholic memories.

Basta. Non mi parlare più. Mi fai piangere. Le tue bellissime parole servono solo, riescono solo a farmi piangere. Sei cattivo. Mi parli così, questi argomenti li cerchi e li sviluppi solo per vedermi piangere. No, non sei cattivo. Ma sei triste. Peggio che triste, sei tetro. Almeno piangessi anche tu. Sei triste e brutto. E io non voglio diventare triste, come te. Io sono bella e allegra. Lo ero.

What can God find to say to those who, of their own free will, of their own weight incline towards sadness and turn instinctively towards the night?

Is this what sadness is all about? Is it what comes over us when beautiful memories shatter in hindsight because the remembered happiness fed not just on actual circumstances but on a promise that was not kept?

Sad is not the land with no hero. Sad is the land that needs a hero.

I love sad songs. They say so much. I love country music but even the happy songs sound really sad.

A bare lightbulb flickered and buzzed near the ceiling, and the odors of old age and despair spilled from the open doorways. Though I tried to keep my eyes set on the floor in front of me, I couldn't help taking a sideways glance into some of the rooms. One old lady with deep-suffering eyes reached her hand through the metal rails surrounding her bed, spread her bony fingers, and begged me to take her home. It was the saddest five seconds of my life.

My dog Ginger passed away

I have cried over myself a hundred times this summer, she thought, I have wept over my big feet and my skinny legs and my nose, I have even cried over my stupid shoes, and now when I have true sadness there are no tears left.

Whichever way I went, there would be sadness and a sense of loss. Was this a part of growing up—the agony of making such choices? If so, I wanted to stay a child forever. —Ian Carras