Quotes About Sadness

A traveler. By my faith, you have great reason to be sad. I fear you have sold your own lands to see other men's. Then to have seen much and to have nothing is to have rich eyes and poor hands.

What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours?

There's no face more sincere than one washed in tears.

Prince, thou art sad. Get thee a wife, get thee a wife. There is no staff more reverend than one tipped with horn.

Music to hear, why hear'st thou music sadly?

Our tears are not yet brewed.

No, coz, I rather weep. - Benvolio

It was. What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours? ROMEO: Not having that, which, having, makes them short. BENVOLIO: In love? ROMEO: Out— BENVOLIO: Of love? ROMEO: Out of her favour, where I am in love. BENVOLIO: Alas, that love, so gentle in his view, Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof! ROMEO: Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still, Should, without eyes, see pathways to his will!

The moon, methinks, looks with a watery eye; And when she weeps, weeps every little flower; Lamenting some enforced chastity.

Although the old hound had no way of knowing it, he had stirred memories, and what priceless treasures they were. Memories of my boyhood days, an old K. C. Baking Powder can, and two little red hounds. Memories of a wonderful love, unselfish devotion, and death in its saddest form.

quando il cielo si riempiva di nubi basse e il mare era grigio e triste come un amante abbandonato [...]

But human beings are, by nature, sad. So be it, then. It isn't all that bad.

Then she saw him stop and wipe his brow with his handkerchief. Once, twice. And then once again. But she did not see the grin of relief spread over his face. That she did not see because her eyes had filled with tears. And the geraniums, they were just as sad. In any case, that's how they smelled.

David: And you think it can just evaporate? Even if at one time they loved one another? Marx: That's one of the sad truths of existence. Nothing in this world is permanent. Even the characters created by the great Shakespeare will, in millions of years, cease to exist—when the universe runs its course and the lights go out.

Like Bertrand Russell, I feel a great sadness for the human race. Unlike Bertrand Russell, I can't do long division.

Later, on the great lawn at Tanglewood, under the Big Dipper, listening to the unbearable sadness of Mahler's Fourth, they eventually drifted back into each other's arms, and the crisis faded.

La vida esta llena de soledad, miseria, sufrimiento, tristeza y, sin embargo, se acaba demasiado deprisa.

Nunca creí que fueran necesarias tantas risotadas para sobrevivir a la tristeza. No es que esté uno contento con ser infeliz, sino que nadie puede serlo a toda hora.

My suffering left me sad and gloomy.

Come aboard if your destination is oblivion- it should be our next stop. We can sit together. You can have the window seat if you want. But it's a sad view.

There's no boot. No boot? No. That makes me sad. I ate it. You ate the boot? Yes. Was it good? No. Were the cigarettes good? No. I couldn't finish them. I couldn't finish the boot.

She looked beautiful. And sad. For she was leaving India, India of the heat and monsoons, of rice fields and the Cauvery River, of coastlines and stone temples, of bullock carts and colourful trucks, of friends and known shopkeepers, of Nehru Street and Goubert Salai, of this and that, India so familiar to her and loved by her.

Come aboard if your destination is oblivion—it should be our next stop. We can sit together. You can have the window seat, if you want. But it's a sad view. Oh

There was something terribly sad, yet terribly uplifting, about watching this prophet of the ancient art of distance running turning his back on everything except his dream, and heading back down to "the best place in the world to run." Alone.