Quotes About Sadness

When dad told me Mr Steptoe had passed away, I broke down.

Roy Acuff was a big hero for me, and I was so sad when he passed. It's hard as you get older to lose your friends and family.

It's terrible when anyone passes too soon.

There's an elegiac quality in watching [American wilderness] go, because it's our own myth, the American frontier, that's deteriorating before our eyes. I feel a deep sorrow that my kids will never get to see what I've seen, and their kids will see nothing; there's a deep sadness whenever I look at nature now.

I am an optimist, unrepentant and militant. After all, in order not to be a fool an optimist must know how sad a place the world can be. It is only the pessimist who finds this out anew every day.

I am an optimist, unrepentant and militant. After all, in order not to be a fool, an optimist must know what a sad place the world can be. It is only the pessimist who finds this out anew every day.

E?ti al dracului de trist, m? Gogule. - Sunt, dar nu se vede din cauz? c? sunt mereu vesel, zise Gogu râzând.

I'm not sure what good talking about stuff with a stranger week after week does for anyone. I guess therapy might be okay for people who don't really know why they're sad or angry or whatever. I'm a simple case. You're gone and I will never be the same. Never. I can talk, I can "share" until there's nothing secret left but you'll still be dead and I'll still be sad.

Voglio dire loro di andarsene a casa e abbracciare i loro bambini, o i loro innamorati, o i loro genitori. Devono sapere che stanno usando quel luogo come una scusa per essere tristi e impauriti, senza rendersi conto che nella loro vita non mancheranno le ragioni per esserlo: basta solo aspettare

Home is so sad. It stays as it was left, Shaped to the comfort of the last to go As if to win them back. Instead, bereft Of anyone to please, it withers so, Having no heart to put aside the theft And turn again to what it started as, A joyous shot at how things ought to be, Long fallen wide. You can see how it was: Look at the pictures and the cutlery. The music in the piano stool. That vase.

How strange it is For the heart to be loveless, and as cold as these.

With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies!How silently, and with how wan a face!

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

Lucas adds: Even so, there is something that has always struck me in the photos . . . my father often looks sad. I guess he didn't like having to smile on command.

Later I will write about this longing, the intolerable deprivation of the other. I will write about the sadness that eats away at you, making you crazy. It will become the template for my books, in spite of myself. I wonder sometimes if I have ever written of anything else. It's as if I never recovered from it: the inaccessible other, occupying all my thoughts.

I want to live. I want to feel the pulse of life. That excitement that brings both pleasure and terror. I want to feel joy, even at the risk of sadness.

What the old man senses is that the tone of Monsieur Bark's voice denotes sadness, a deep melancholy, a sort of wound the voice accentuates, which accompanies it beyond words and language, something that infuses it just as the sap infuses a tree without one seeing it.

La mort, c'est un peu comme la connerie. Le mort, lui, il ne sait pas qu'il est mort. Ce sont les autres qui sont tristes. Le con, c'est pareil.

We never taste happiness in perfection, our most fortunate successes are mixed with sadness.

We never taste a perfect joy our happiest successes are mixed with sadness.

I think when I'm in love, I really am very good with calling, little faxes, and visiting and I really put a lot of effort into it. I'm really not the one that's not available because of work and I'm very sad when I actually leave.

With sadness specifically, in America you read about people medicating to avoid sadness. They don't want to experience sadness, and yet it's such a vital part of being human.

Chris' absence is very much felt. There's just a huge void in our home life.

The whole romanticized 'sad clown' thing, we gotta get rid of that. That has to go! That's just getting sick people to voluntarily stay sicker and sadder than they have to be.