Quotes About Sadness

I never saw sad men who looked With such a wistful eye Upon that little tent of blue We prisoners called the sky, And at every happy cloud that passed In such strange freedom by.

And I will sing how sad Proserpina Unto a grave and gloomy Lord was wed, And lure the silver-breasted Helena Back from the lotus meadows of the dead, So shalt thou see that awful loveliness For which two mighty Hosts met fearfully in war's abyss! And

There is a certain pleasure in weeping

There is enough sadness in life without having fellows like Gussie Fink-Nottle going about in sea boots.

I looked round the place. The moment of parting had come. I felt sad. The whole thing reminded me of one of those melodramas where they drive chappies out of the old homestead into the snow. 'Good-bye, Jeeves,' I said. 'Good-bye, sir.' And I staggered out.

Ski-ing, indeed! What on earth does the fellow want to ski for? Isn't there enough sadness in life without going out of your way to fasten long planks to your feet and jump off mountains?

Tell me, is the rose naked or is that her only dress? Why do trees conceal the splendor of their roots? Who hears the regrets of the thieving automobile? Is there anything in the world sadder than a train standing in the rain?

Where were you then? Who else was there? Saying what? Why will the whole of love come on me suddenly when I am sad and feel you are far away?

Las lágrimas que no se lloran esperan en pequeños lagos? O serán ríos invisibles que corren hacia la tristeza?

And I watch my words from a long way off. They are more yours than mine. They climb on my old suffering like ivy. It climbs the same way on damp walls. You are to blame for this cruel sport. They are fleeing from my dark lair. You fill everything, you fill everything. Before you they peopled the solitude that you occupy, and they are more used to my sadness than you are. Now I want them to say what I want to say to you to make you hear as I want you to hear me.

Do tears not yet spilled wait in small lakes? Or are they invisible rivers that run toward sadness?

What weighs more heavily on the belt, sadness or memories? Where is the child I was, still inside me or gone? Why did we spend so much time growing up only to separate? Was it where they lost me that I finally found myself?

Remembering her, it is as if my heart were buried in the rain. Again I think it's she, but why would she be coming now? Oh, what sad days! […] Your eyes : two sleepy cups darkened by purple berries from the forest undergrowth. What a leaf, a leaf from a white vine, fragrant and heavy, I could have brought you from the forest. Every- thing flees from this solitude enforced by rain and contemplation.

Why will the whole of love come on me suddenly when I am sad and feel you are far away?

Tonight I can write the saddest lines. Write, for example, 'The night is starry and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance.' The night wind revolves in the sky and sings. Tonight I can write the saddest lines. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too. Through nights like this one I held her in my arms. I kissed her again and again under the endless sky. She loved me, sometimes I loved her too. How could one not have loved her great still eyes.

Hay algo más triste en el mundo que un tren inmóvil en la lluvia?

I remembered you with my soul clenched in that sadness of mine that you know.

Entonces,dónde estabas? Entre qué gentes? Diciendo qué palabras? Por qué se me vendrá todo el amor de golpe Cuando me siento triste,y te siento tan lejana?

III Tell me, is the rose naked or is that her only dress? Why do trees conceal the splendor of their roots? Who hears the regrets of the thieving automobile? Is there anything in the world sadder than a train standing in the rain?

Por qué se me vendrá todo el amor de golpe cuando me siento triste, y te siento lejana?

Por qué será que todo el amor me viene de golpe cuando me siento triste y cuando te siento lejana?

Por que se me vendra todo el ame de golpe cuando me siento triste, y te siento lejana?

Ya me veo olvidado como estas viejas anclas. Son más tristes los muelles cuando atraca la tarde. Se fatiga mi vida inútilmente hambrienta. Amo lo que no tengo. Estás tú tan distante.

And I watch my words from a long way off. They are more yours than mine. They climb on my old suffering like ivy. It climbs the same way on damp walls. You are to blame for this cruel sport. They are fleeing from my dark lair. You fill everything, you fill everything. Before you they peopled the solitude that you occupy, and they are more used to my sadness than you are. ...But my words become stained with your love. You occupy everything, you occupy everything.