Quotes About Sadness

Life is beautiful. Life is sad.

And presently I was driving through the drizzle of the dying day, with the windshield wipers in full action but unable to cope with my tears.

He who is not just is severe, he who is not wise is sad.

Some people just don't appreciate having a dog around. It's sad to think there are people like that. I knew Gloria was that way—maybe that's why she could never be truly happy.

I wanted to stay in Outside forever, but after a while, we were all carried back to our pen. I slipped immediately into a nap, pressed up against my mother, dreaming of Outside. I loved Outside nearly as much as I loved Maggie Rose. And she loved me. But all this love did not fix the problem. Deep inside, Maggie Rose was still sad, still wistful. I could tell that she was longing for something she could not have.

They, with their wild music as of winds blowing in the reeds,[1] seemed to me the very inmost voice of Celtic sadness, and of Celtic longing for infinite things the world has never seen.

Red Rose, proud Rose, sad Rose of all my days!

My face looks like a wedding cake left out in the rain.

Our whisper woke no clocks, We kissed and I was glad At everything you did, Indifferent to those Who sat with hostile eyes In pairs on every bed, Arms round each other's neck, Inert and vaguely sad.

Our hunting fathers told the story Of the sadness of the creatures, Pitied the limits and the lack Set in their finished features; Saw in the lion's intolerant look, Behind the quarry's dying glare, Love raging for, the personal glory That reason's gift would add, The liberal appetite and power, The rightness of a god. ...

We strive to further the occurrence of whatever we imagine will lead to Joy, and to avert or destroy what we imagine is contrary to it, or will lead to Sadness.

One of the failures of cellular communication is that tiredness often comes across as sadness.

Nothing on earth is so well-suited to make the sad merry, the merry sad, to give courage to the despairing, to make the proud humble, to lessen envy and hate, as music.

Losing dad (Bobby Bonds) was the worst thing in the world.

It would be wrong to refuse to face the fact that everything is fundamentally sick and sad.

A sign of the death of the heart: lack of sadness about beneficial actions you have missed, and lack of regret about your mistakes.

No sense of the irony of human experience, that we are the highest form of life on earth, and yet ineffably sad because we know what no other animal knows, that we must die.

Death lies on her like an untimely frost.

Twilight and evening bell, and after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell when I embark.

A parting is sadder than a death, Ma always said, for two people are dead to one another and yet go on living.

In which estimate lies the greater reality—the uncharitable one permitted us before the funeral forced without any claptrap in the skirmish of daily life, or the one that suffuses us with sadness at the family gathering afterward—even an outsider can't judge.

Her sadness had given her a serenity which had not been there before. It was as if she had learned a hard lesson: that chances in life would not fall into her lap like ripe cherries.

I could not love this man, knowing that he would not listen to me, knowing that I was not allowed even to show him my sadness. He was the father of my children and yet he would have no interest in them until they were old enough for him to use as counters in the game of inheritance. He had been my lover for years and yet it had been my task to make sure that he never knew me.

Les banlieues tristes des dimanches et les lignes d'intérêt local sont un triste décor