Quotes About Sadness

Ring out your bells! Let mourning show be spread! For Love is dead.

There are beautiful things about both being in love and being out of love. I just think you have to find those things.

Sensitive love letters are my specialty. 'Dear Baby, Welcome to Dumpsville. Population: you.'

The love-lorn nightingale nightly to thee her sad song mourneth well.

I only know we loved in vain; I only feel-farewell! farewell!

When my beloved arrives, I yawn. When my beloved departs, I weep.

Ramona felt sad and somehow lonely, as if she were left out of something important, because her family was in trouble and there was nothing she could do.

For the first time, Ramona began to doubt that her father was the best artist in the whole world. This thought made her feel sad...

This was 1990 the year that communism died in Europe and it seemed strange to me that in all the words that were written about the fall of the iron curtain, nobody anywhere lamented that it was the end of a noble experiment. I know that communism never worked and I would have disliked living under it myself but none the less it seems that there was a kind of sadness in the thought that the only economic system that appeared to work was one based on self interest and greed.

This is where dad burried the little raccoon. I don't even know he existed a few days ago and now he's gone forever. It's like I found him for no reason. I had to say good-bye as soon as I said hello. Still...in a sad, awful, terrible way, I'm happy I met him. What a stupid world.

the curve of her young shoulders and the tilt of her downcast head would make her appear to be terribly alone and if you were there to notice this, you might go down as the first person to fall in love with the sadness of another

Intoxicated With the madness I'm in love with My sadness Bullshit beggars, enchanted kingdom Fashion victims through their charcoaled teeth

For all our mutual experience Our separate conclusions are the same Now we are forced to recognize our inhumanity Our reason coexists with our insanity But we choose between reality and madness It's either sadness or euphoria

Do they think that they have given us great pleasure by telling us that they hold our soul to be no more than wind or smoke, and saying it moreover in tones of pride and satisfaction? Is this then something to be said gaily? Is it not on the contrary something to be said sadly, as being the saddest thing in the world?

However sad a man may be, if you can persuade him to take up some diversion he will be happy while it lasts, and however happy a man may be, if he lacks diversion and has no absorbing passion or entertainment to keep boredom away, he will soon be depressed and unhappy. Without diversion there is no joy; with diversion there is no sadness. That is what constitutes the happiness of persons of rank, for they have a number of people to divert them and the ability to keep themselves in this state.

People get distracted by worries and sadness, and have to struggle to see anything else. They have to work hard to hold on to beauty, to hold fast to dreams and words

He shook his head. "Not yet. But I sense it on the horizon and it saddens me, which is why I felt the need to speak with you." He paused and seemed to weigh his words. "When the time comes for you to leave—and it will come, of this I am certain—you must know that your leaving will bring our city great sadness, and that it is not our wish.

Life is sad, life is a bust, all you can do is do what you must. You do what you must do, and you do it well.

It almost felt like too much, just by the sad weight of its being so little.

Toda esa tristeza del tango es lo que ha llevado a gente a afirmar que el tango es «un pensamiento triste que se baila»

Do not think that I am not sad, though I laugh.

They had come in secret, having an idea that Dr Greysteel, and perhaps even Mr Strange, might try to prevent them going, or else insist upon accompanying them — and they had no wish for male companionship upon this occasion. "They will want to be talking about it," said Aunt Greysteel, "they will be trying to guess how she came to this sad condition. But what good will that do? How does that help her?

I remembered how Raphael had wondered which of the People of the Alcove had been murdered and how the simple fact of her posing the question had made the whole World seem a darker, sadder Place. Perhaps that is what it is like being with other people. Perhaps even people you like and admire immensely can make you see the World in ways you would rather not. Perhaps that is what Raphael means.

Though all the houses of Venice are strange and old, those of the Ghetto seemed particularly so – as if queerness and ancientness were two of the commodities this mercantile people dealt in and they had constructed their houses out of them. Though all the streets of Venice are melancholy, these streets had a melancholy that was quite distinct – as if Jewish sadness and Gentile sadness were made up according to different recipes. Yet