Quotes About Sadness

American houses...' she said, peering over her right shoulder and down the street. 'They always seem to believe that nobody ever loses anything, has lost anything. I find that very sad. Do you know what I mean?

She could not do distress. Anger was so much easier. And quicker and harder and better. If I start crying, I'll never stop –you hear people say that; Kiki heard people say it all the time in the hospital. A backlog of sadness for which there would never be sufficient time

This realm of Pauline's--the realm of the so sad--is immutable and inevitable, like hurricanes and tsunamis. No particular angst is attached to it. Normally, this is bearable; today it is obscene. So sad is too distant from Pauline's existence, which is only disappointing. It makes disappointing look like a blessing. This must be why news of it is always so welcome, so satisfying.

Resign yourself to the lifelong sadness that comes from never ­being satisfied.

I didn't know what to do with all of the sadness. A hundred and fifty years! Do you have any idea how long a hundred and fifty years is in the family of man? She clicked her fingers, and I thought of Miss Isabel, counting children in for the beats of a dance. That long, she said.

Armies of marching men told of that blight of nations old or young—war. These, and birds unnamable, and beasts unclassable, with dots and marks and hieroglyphics, recorded the history of a bygone people. Symbols they were of an era that had gone into the dim past, leaving only these marks, {Symbols recording the history of a bygone people.} forever unintelligible; yet while they stood, century after century, ineffaceable, reminders of the glory, the mystery, the sadness of life.

I just didn't want to admit that he was dead.

I certainly feel sad about the alienation from my son.

An' this house just ain't no home, Anytime she goes away.

El dolor dejó en el rostro de esta mujer un velo de tristeza. Esta nube no se disipó hasta la edad terrible en que la mujer comienza a añorar sus buenos tiempos pasados sin haberlos disfrutado, cuando ve marchitarse sus rosas y cuando los deseos del amor renacen con el ansia de prolongar las últimas sonrisas de la juventud.

Que vida triste! - tornou o pai. - Uma vida de mulher - murmurou a filha.

multe femei triste al c?ror suflet, desf?cut de toate leg?turile omene?ti, tânjea dup? îndelunga sinucidere s?vâr?it? în sânul lui Dumnezeu.

Why is Melancholy like Honey? Because it is very sweet, and it is culled from Flowers.

You were sitting up in the bed, with two black eyes," Brian said later. "You looked listless. And sad. Like a zombie. It's not a nice word to use, but it's the only word to use. You were zoned out and staring. I was in shock. And sad. It was just terribly sad.

Is that what lives on longest, the sadness? The proof of our being weak, not the proof of our being strong?

The truth is that we will learn nothing from our sadness, our suffering, our disappointments or our failures unless we give ourselves time to experience them to the full, reflect on them, learn from them or, in modern parlance, process them.

zoals zij in de bus op weg naar Wierenbeke achter de chauffeur had gezeten met al het verdriet van Belgie in haar ogen.

Waarom duikt de herinnering op? Ik huil. En zonder reden. Ik kan niet lachen. Ik wil gelukkig zijn. Misschien is het een te grote vreugde die mijn ogen doet tranen.

You have to feel what's right, and sometimes what's right in art is sad.

I never expected there to be so much death in my life.' I. C. Williams.

Standing there. watching her go, I felt lonelier than I have ever been in my life.

people of every caste and subcaste and sept and clan scrambled to grab some Stardust and paper, and what they found in their clutching hands sent them to their knees in joy and sadness. On each twinkling scrap of paper Courtney Hall had drawn what she had glimpsed in that instant of the things that lay beyond the wall, the things the Compassionate Society had pushed away and abandoned and forgotten, the old things, the things of wonder and terror and joy and pain.

have they started work yet, go on, one teeny tiny peek. Rain and rust and ruin. Carpetgrass dead slime. That made her very sad.

A magpie can be happy or sad: sometimes so happy that he sits on a high, high gum tree and rolls the sunrise around in his throat like beads of pink sunlight; and sometimes so sad that you would expect the tears to drip off his beak. This magpie was like that.