Quotes About Sadness

Ng??i ta có th? v?a b? Ä'au Ä'á»›n v?a h?t s?c t?p trung vào công vi?c, suy s?p và m?m c??i, bu?n r?u và r?nh rá»—i, não nùng và Ä'a tình

I knew then that the person on the outside was only a shell, a presence to be seen and provoked. Inside was the real me, where my tears joined the tears of all the sad people to form the three waterfalls in the night country.

Mind's job is to be right, and it can justify itself faster than the speed of light. Stop the portion of your thinking that is the source of your fear, anger, sadness, or resentment by transferring it to paper.

man is, truly, an animal, / and yet, on turning round, he hits me in the head with his sadness

There seems to be some sort of sadness in you. I find that attractive. I'm suspicious of people who go around thinking life's a barrel of laughs the whole time. People who are always happy bore me. We're not supposed to be happy all the time, because then the world would stop.

Sit down, Skip. I'm not finished." Mulcahy stood up, brandishing the stack of columns. "You know what makes me sad? You're such a damn good writer, too good to be turning out shit like this. Something's happened the last few months. You've been slipping away. I think you're sick." Wiley winced. "Sick?

A stillness like that of music resting—or sex, after: what they call sadness, though it is not sadness.

Life is but a momentary glimpse of the wonder of this astounding universe, and it is sad to see so many dreaming it away on spiritual fantasy.

It was sad music. But it waved its sadness like a battle flag. It said the universe had done all it could, but you were still alive.

WHAT IS THAT SENSE INSIDE YOUR HEAD OF WISTFUL REGRET THAT THINGS ARE THE WAY THEY APPARENTLY ARE? "Sadness, master. I think. Now—" I AM SADNESS.

When our mind is entangled with anger, jealousy, or sadness, we can be in that state hour after hour, day after day. It's a pity, because meanwhile, life is wondrous. If we only concentrate on breathing in and seeing that our body is a wonder, we can see that nothing else is really important.

I work grief and sadness out of my body when I dance, and I bring in joy and rhythm.

My sadness compels me to hide it so that people won't judge me. Seeking help would have blown my cover. Meanwhile, my mania convinces me that it's making me fun so I'll want to dive further into it. Seeking help would've ruined that good time.

If I was sad or afraid, I would sit in a corner and sing. If I was happy I would jump into the middle of the room and sing. It was how I expressed my emotions.

Grief jumps out at you when you're least expecting it.

I've had people tell me that I should just be sad and not joke around on Twitter, but they don't understand that joking and being deeply sad are very close to each other. I'll have a horrible memory that I find hysterical one day, and the next day I'll cry about it.

I think he Oswald felt he was a failure and for the United States and for President Kennedy and all of us. He knew he was a failure at everything he tried, frustrated, with a very sad life, but he was a Marxist.

People just get kicks out of making other people sad.

I was a sad kid.

I felt like I was the only person on the planet with this 'thing called depression', and I remember being frightened. I was knocked out and dopey, and I cried all of the time.

Tis a sad day when ye ha' t' pinch yerself t' see if ye're awake or in th' midst o' a night terror. 'Tis a really sad day when ye have t' pinch yerself twice." Old woman Nora to her three wee granddaughters on a cold winter's night

R-E-G-R-E-T. I can spell that word now. Raw. Endless. Grief. Raining. Eternal. Tears. That's what regret is.

grief's drink recipe is two parts tribute to the person you loved and four parts feeling sorry for yourself because you lost them.

First love, first love," Sean murmured sadly, scratching his bubonic nose. "Who are we to intervene, eh? It will die of natural causes." "Natural causes!" She was thinking that the poor girl had been garroted. Her bright-red hair racing the tail of the noose down her spine. You could not survive your death, could you? It survived with you.