Quotes About Sadness

This was another pretend, and here in a yard on a bench was his real wife, with sad, kind, tired eyes. The lesson of Mimmy and my dad was not for me. It was for her. It was for them. I was so sick with understanding that I was practically yelling at her.

Don't you find," he said, "judging from his picture, that his eyes are full of tears and that his lips are sad with a secret sorrow?

Life is both sad and solemn. We are led into a wonderful world, we meet one another here, greet each other---and wander together for a brief moment. Then we lose each other and disappear as suddenly and unreasonably as we arrived.

I didn't want to go inside, to nod at condolences, to taste that mixture of casseroles and grief.

Seules mes pensées sentimentales existent quand je suis avec elle. C'est un peu nébuleux, et triste, comme si j'étais content, bien au chaud, mais avec une certaine envie de pleurer.

sintió una de esas tristezas que toleramos porque aparecen en momentos felices

Bakiginin. En carelio, idioma que se habla desde el golfo de Finlandia hasta el mar Blanco, la tristeza del constructor de paredes. El contraste entre la necesidad de alejar a todo el mundo de tu vida, y la imposibilidad de hacerlo.

Es curioso cómo la felicidad pura, sin adulterar, no deja poso en nuestros corazones, mientras que las aguas turbias de la tristeza manchan por doquier.

El que no ha visto como yo en un anochecer lluvioso de invierno una de esas ciudades perdidas de la llanura, cuando las primeras luces vacilantes comienzan a encenderse, y todo lo visible se iguala enterrado bajo la doble capa de la noche y de la intemperie, quizás cree haberla experimentado alguna vez, pero no conoce de verdad la tristeza

Era uno de esos pobres niños a quienes no llega nunca el don de la palabra ni el regalo de la gracia; niño alegre él y triste de ver, todo para su madre, nada para los demás

Mob of beings and things! --A true sadness, because you are really deep in the soul, as they say, not in time at all!

La muerte no se reparte como si fuera un bien. Nadie anda en busca de tristezas.

The sky was filled with fat stars, swollen from the long night. The moon had risen briefly and then slipped out of sight. It was one of those sad moons that no one looks at or pays attention to. It had hung there a while, misshapen, not shedding any light, and then gone to hide behind the hills.

Depression is not sobbing and crying and giving vent, it is plain and simple reduction of feeling.

Not tears of happiness, but rather tears of that sudden sadness that comes at those rare moments of perfect joy that are fully realized at the exact instant at which they are being experienced. Such knowledge always carries in it a premonition of loss, a premonition which needs no reason or explanation.

the added stimulation that comes with togetherness. This differs from ordinary empathy — say, when we sympathize with a partner's bad day at work — because empaths actually merge with our partner's joy or sadness, as if it were our own. Thus, romantic relationships, particularly live-in ones, test us.

My father's death was the most terrible thing that happened to me in my life.

Ich war traurig. Seine Art, mich einzuladen, ein erstes Treffen mit mir zu verabreden, die klang völlig beiläufig, so als habe er keine Angst, als zittere er nicht.

The sadness that overwhelms us, the retardation that paralyzes us, are also a shield—sometimes the last one—against madness

Can the beautiful be sad? Is beauty inseparable from the ephemeral and hence from mourning? Or else is the beautiful object the one that tirelessly returns following destructions and wars in order to bear witness that there is survival after death, that immortality is possible?

Elaine is just in pain. I think Elaine has become very, very sad woman. She is someone who is in deep need of many hours of analysis and I like to think that I'm not that type of person.

what a sad pair we are," she said. "Surely we can manage a conversation on a topic other than our respective terrible evenings.

She looked so unbearably sad, and it wrecked him. "You love someone else," she whispered. Wait.... what? It took him a moment to realize he hasn't said it aloud. Has she gone mad? "What are you talking about?" "Billie Bridgerton. You're supposed to marry her. I don't think you remember, bu--" "I'm not in love with Billie," he interrupted

Maybe all this sadness building up inside of her was for the death of a dream. Her dream of him. She'd built up the perfect image of him in her mind, and with every word he spat in her face, it was becoming more and more obvious that her dream was quite simply wrong.