Quotes About Sadness

Self-pity" is just sadness, I think, in the pejorative.

Like some kind of strange vacuum cleaner I tried to console him. I recited the same old litanies that you say to people when you try to help their broken hearts, but words can't help at all. It's just the sound of another human voice that makes the only difference. There's nothing you're ever going to say that's going to make anybody happy when they're feeling shitty about losing somebody that they love.

He probably, if it's possible, would have cried even more if he had known she was sleeping alone. That would have made him feel even sadder.

I hate eating dinner alone. It's like being dead.

In trying to escape the fatality of memory, he discovered with an immense sadness that pursuing the past inevitably only leads to greater loss. To hold a gesture, a smell, a smile was to cast it as one fixed thing, a plaster death mask, which as soon as it was touched crumbled in his figures back into dust.

A drought is a tearless time of grief.

Debe ser la caricia de lo inútil, la tristeza sin fin de ser poeta, de cantar y cantar, sin que se rompa la tragedia sin par de la existencia. It must be the caress of the useless, the endless sadness of being a poet, of singing and singing, without breaking the peerless tragedy of existence. (From Canción Amarga/Bitter Song)

But there is panic and pandemonium waiting to break out inside all of us, of this I am convinced. I've seen it roar out among the dying, as a last protest against the human condition and its chronic sadness.

The sadness of life. That was another conundrum he would occasionally ponder.

Sad sex is when you feel you're losing all touch with her, and she with you, but this is the way of telling one another that the connection is still there, somehow; that neither of you is giving up on the other, even if part of you fears that you should. Then you discover that insisting on the connection is the same as prolonging the pain.

But if you think these are the only categories of sex that exist, you find you are mistaken. Because there is a category which you had not known to exist, something which isn't, as you might have guessed had you heard about it before, merely a subcategory of bad sex; and that is sad sex. Sad sex is the saddest sex of all.

Sad sex is the saddest sex of all.

Good sex is better than bad sex. Bad sex is better than no sex, except when no sex is better than bad sex. Self-sex is better than no sex, except when no sex is better than self-sex. Sad sex is always far worse than good sex, bad sex, self-sex and no sex. Sad sex is the saddest sex of all.

It's sad, but a relief as well, to know that two things so closely bound together can separate with so little violence, leaving smooth surfaces instead of bloody shreds.

Any person who is carrying a lot of sadness needs to be able to rest sometimes, and to put it down.

I do not view suicide as wicked, just terribly sad. There is only one death, but it is like a stone cast into a pond - the ripples stretch far. Such an act must leave a burden of sorrow, guilt, shame and confusion on an entire family. A natural death, such as my father suffered, is hard enough to deal with. A decision to end one's life must be still more devastating for those left behind. I cannot imagine the degree of hopelessness someone must feel to contemplate such an act.

Everyone has responsibility for his own actions. But sometimes we can lose ourselves. Out of fear or sadness or guilt, we become less than we should be. It can be hard to find the courage to move on.

and the sad demise of my father before I saw the light of day. Ulf was

The great sadness cleansed me of the foul elements that had accumulated in my heart and body.

Sexul, conform naturii lui, nu era definit de un singur organism individual, ci de acela al speciei. Individul, dup? terminarea actului, nu poate decît s? se întoarc? la propriul s?u eu. Numai oamenii fericiÅ£i se întorc la mulÅ£umire. Cei care au fost triÅŸti se-ntorc la disperare. Cei care erau pe moarte, se-ntorc la patul lor de moarte.

Lo invadió una tristeza como la luz del alba... Bien podían lamerse mutuamente las heridas. Pero, de persistir en las heridas que no se cierran nunca, terminarían por quedarse sin lengua.

When I heard this I became very sad, but I thought that now I would indeed have to take him with me so that the Virgin herself could enlighten him.

It's always sad when someone dies of a cliché.

Tears had rolled down his cheeks, one long drip after another, like condensation on the side of a glass.