Quotes About Sadness

Most of us have small, sad places somewhere in our hearts and my father was no exception. Sometimes we let our feelings escape in bursts of anger. Sometimes we make long, dismal faces. My father did neither. He felt deeply but he kept his feelings to himself. Or rather, being a writer, he let them escape in his writing. But even here he disguised them, unable even in fiction to allow himself to take himself too seriously.

She wiped the black spilling from her eyelashes onto her cheek, and in that moment, I wanted, I needed, for magic to exist. I wanted to peel back her lonely skin and feel her sadness stare straight into the blue inside my eyes. I wanted and I needed it to know, that I, I loved her too, and my god I, I would fight for her.

Me pasé varias horas llorando mirándome al espejo, viendo como me caían las lágrimas. Quien diga que nunca lo hizo, miente. Es reconfortable saber que hay testigos de nuestra tristeza, aunque no sea más que nuestro reflejo.

Which is a sad thing when you're only seventeen.

Ever cried when you don't know what you're crying about? It's intense, and it's miserable, but oddly soothing at the same time. You're curled up in your bed, huddled under the duvet, and you're silently sobbing in the safety of your cocoon. That's

Above all, in my anger, I was sad. Isn't that always the way, that at the heart of the fire is a frozen kernel of sorrow that the fire is trying -- valiantly, fruitlessly -- to eradicate.

Nothing is quite as depressing as depression.

And even sadness was also something for rich people, for people who could afford it, for people who didn't have anything better to do. Sadness was a luxury.

I ask: will she ever someday know love's farewell? Will she ever someday know the swoonings of love? Will she take in her own way the sweet journey? I know nothing. What can you do with the truth that everyone's a little sad and a little alone.

Qué se puede hacer con la verdad de que todo el mundo esté un poco triste y un poco solo.

What can you do with the truth that everyone's a little sad and a little alone.

The last time I came down from the enchanted saddle, my human sadness was so great that I swore never to again. The ride, however, continues on in me. I converse, I clean the house, I smile, but I know that the ride is within me.

I can feel myself holding a child, thought Joanna. Sleep, my child, sleep, I tell you. The child is warm and I am sad.

Estou caindo numa tristeza sem dor. Não é mau. Faz parte. Amanhã provavelmente terei alguma alegria, também sem grandes êxtases, só alegria, e isto também não é mau. É, mas não estou gostando muito deste pacto com a mediocridade de viver.

Because it's too cruel to know that life is just one time and that we have no guarantee outside our faith in shadows - because it's too cruel, so I respond with the purity of an untamable happiness. I refuse to be sad. Let us be joyful.

Donde empiezan la inquietud y la perturbación, la tristeza buena deja el lugar a la mala.

The sadness lives in the recognition that a life cannot matter: Or; as there are billions of lives, my sadness is alive alongside the recognition that billions of lives never mattered.

The sadness lives in the recognition that a life cannot matter: Or; as there are billions of live, my sadness is alive alongside the recognition that billions of lives never mattered.

Once there had been joy, but now there was only sadness, and it was not, he knew, alone the sadness of an empty house; it was the sadness of all else, the sadness of the Earth, the sadness of the failures and the empty triumphs.

It is a sad farewell. You loved it all. You dream that you might keep it in your head But memories, where can you take them to? Take one last look at them. They end with you.

what an ennobling sadness you lent to my evening's enjoyment.

Something about the countryside released the emotions that remained bottled in the city. Perhaps he wasn't just sad for the plight of these friends, perhaps it was a global, all-encompassing sadness that included this whole country, and the hopelessness of life, and the fact that there would never really be peace in the world because man was intrinsically stupid.

The saddest aspect of life is that there is no one on earth whose happiness is such that he won't sometimes wish he were dead rather than alive.

Are you afraid of other people? I know that by keeping others at a distance you avoid a betrayal of your trust, but you must endure the loneliness. Man can never completely erase this sadness, because all men are fundamentally alone. Pain is something man must carry in his heart, and since the heart feels pain so easily, some believe that life is pain.