Quotes About Sadness

I knew Frédérique wouldn't write. But I persevered in the pleasure of taking my sadness to the limit, the way one does with some practical joke. The pleasure of disappointment. It wasn't new to me. I had been relishing it ever since I was eight years old, a boarder in my first, religious, school. And perhaps they were the best years, I thought. Those years of discipline. There was a kind of elation, faint but constant throughout all those days of discipline, the sweet days of discipline.

Human greatness has always had sadness for a companion.

Hay mucha tristeza en este mundo, pero es difícil superar la que invade a una mujer cuando siente que el amor que le profesaban se marcha, oh, muy lentamente, no de la noche a la mañana, no, pero irremediablemente, como la arena del reloj de arena.

T?i sao t?t c? b?n tôi ??u ch?y theo cái ??p? B?i vì th? gi?i này x?u xa và khi?n ta bu?n nôn.

And remember, it's also very funny, because side by side with grief lies joy.

Or rather, he was sad because that morning he'd understood that he'd understood nothing, because while he still understood nothing he wasn't sad at all, but now that he'd understood that he'd understood nothing he felt sad, if you follow.

The sad and weatherbeaten violins of my existence are tuning up for the coda of my life's symphony, my hopes and dreams are preparing to drain into the forgetful sands like so much rain - and my last and darkest hours would not be complete without the presence of The Goose.

I don't think about "being happy" unless I'm with you, and then I never am. Humans are never happy.

They say that these are not the best of times, but they're the only times I've ever known. And I believe there is a time for meditation in cathedrals of our own. Now I have seen that sad surrender in my lovers eyes...and I can only stand apart and sympathize...for we are only what our situations hand us...it's either sadness or euphoria...

Love Egoist What I find really sad is... his smiles, his kindness... are inspired by a love potion and they don't really mean anything!

Romantic Egoist What I find really sad is... his smiles, his kindness... are inspired by a love potion and they don't really mean anything!

I was sad and lonely...but it was due to my own awkwardness..so I could stand it... and I even got used to it.

Je suis triste et malade. Peut-etre a cause de Vous, peut-etre a cause d'un autre. Peut-etre a cause de Vous.

I told my love, I told my love, I told her all my heart; Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears-- Ah, she doth depart.

I feel rather sad about politics,' she [Eleanor Roosevelt] wrote Isabella, 'there are so many who are out for themselves and not for the good of the country in both parties and conditions are so unsettled that we need a really fine leader.

That old saw about smiling when you're sad left out the real point- that it kills you to do it.

I no longer felt alone and it gave me, not strength, but a sweet sensation of happiness, though I knew sadness was lurking not far off, because all being arises from nonbeing, and everything that exists derives from its opposite.

Cz?owiek miewa w ?yciu takie chwile, ?e lubi otacza? si? przedmiotami, które przypominaj? smutek.

In every moment of conscious happiness there mingles an undertone of sadness. However full of enjoyment the present, the future is always uncertain, and it is the feeling of this--the feeling that we are of the class of ephemera--perpetually recurring in the rarest and sweetest moments of existence, that constitutes, more than any other, the "one touch of nature that makes the whole world kin."

Because you let our love just fall apart You no longer have my heart

They don't smile like that anymore. They were good kids, well-adjusted and all, but there was still an inescapable, underlying sadness. When you looked closely, the smiles were more cautious now, a wince in the eye, a fear of what else might be taken from them.

I'm explaining something to you. I didn't understand for a long time. But I do now. The sad songs are a safe hurt. It's a diversion. It's controlled. And maybe it helps you imagine that real pain will be like that. But it's not. Lucy knows that, of course. You can't prepare for real pain. You just have to let it rip you apart.

Marsha was a beautiful woman with an oval face that sometimes looked sad-sack, and a nervous upward glance as if making sure the black cloud was in place. That was a physical thing, of course, no more a true reflection on her personality than being short or scarred.

I think I'll be a clown when I get grown,' said Dill. Jem and I stopped in our tracks. Yes sir, a clown,' he said. 'There ain't one thing in this world I can do about folks except laugh, so I'm gonna join the circus and laugh my head off.' You got it backwards, Dill,' said Jem. 'Clowns are sad, it's folks that laugh at them.' Well I'm gonna be a new kind of clown. I'm gonna stand in the middle of the ring and laugh at the folks.