Quotes About Sadness

When we are sad—at least I am like this—it can be comforting to cling to familiar objects, to the things that don't change.

we spent a sad afternoon burying her in the back garden of Francis's house, where one of Francis's aunts had an elaborate cat cemetery, complete with headstones

I have got into one of my moping moods tonight,' said my father, after a silence; then quoting Shakespeare, whom, by way of keeping up our English, he used to read aloud, he said: 'In truth I know not why I am so sad: It wearies me; you say it wearies you; But how I got it – came by it . . . I forget the rest.

I'd slink back to my room and curl up on the bed like a fish-hook and cry until I was rusty.

With life came loss. The war and the years since had taught her that. There's be sadness in her life to come, as well as happiness. Even the most blessed lives had both. She'd live them as they came.

Nightmares do not interest her. She seeks only beauty, though sadness charms her, for often the deepest beauty can be found residing in sadness.

I wrote the song For A Dancer for a friend of mine who died in a fire. He was in the sauna in a house that burned down, so he had no idea anything was going on. It was very sad.

Some days I just think the whole world and life and everything is stupid. And that's 'cause I be missing you.

Unless we define happiness in a rather sad way, namely that it is to be like everyone else, which is what the autonomous ego could be resolved into - nobody, it must be said, knows what it is.

In a daydream I used to have, all these places were points of happiness to me; all these places were lifeboats to my small drowning soul, for I would imagine myself entering and leaving them, and just that - entering and leaving over and over again - would see me through a bad feeling I did not have a name for. I only knew it felt a little like sadness but heavier than that.

El fresco verano llena Andaluzas soledades; no acercarán amistades la tierna imagen ajena. Visos y dejos de pena el agua me robaría; que la desdicha sonría hasta que el viento la lleve. Y en un molino de nieve levanto una nevería.

Comfort is beauty muted by heroin. Sadness is beauty drained by lack of it.

I'm hurling all the little joys against the greater sadness. The sadness is a giant weight. It presses down. Its mean: "What's the point?

Imperceptibly, more time passes when I'm not remembering our every moment together, not recreating our every conversation, re-imagining our love-making. It is immeasurably sad.

If I could find someone to blame, perhaps I could get angry. Anything would be better than this sadness, this sense of regret for events that were never mine.

Most people have an impulse to dump bad feelings on some undeserving person, as a way to relieve—temporarily—sadness or frustration. (..) The abusive man (..) considers himself entitled to use his partner as a kind of human garbage dump where he can litter the ordinary pains and frustrations that life brings us. She is always an available target.

The book breathless is so sad but at the begging it is happy and the part that I'm at is sad because the guy that has cancer he wants to kill his self it is so sad I just kind of like it right know but it is sad to me and when I make kids read it when I have kids it will be so cool.

That night I couldn't sleep at all. Mozart had shown me immortal light, and I now felt as though I were under direct orders from Mozart. He expressed his sadness not only with the minor scale but with the major scale as well.

Filled with the joy of love, I gave up sadness.

What a sad world sin had caused.

In spite of Mr. Poe's fame, the pair made me feel out of sorts, and sad. In one of the busiest cities in the world, they seemed to exist on a bleak island of their own making, their backs turned against the social tide lapping at the battered door.

Yet even as Beatrice tried to convince herself that her anguish varied greatly from the disappointments the beautiful widow had endured, she recognized the act as a futile attempt to elevate her own suffering to something greater. She wanted to believe her sorrow transcended ordinary misery, that it was in some way hallowed, but in reality it was just sadness, as common as dirt and as familiar as the sky.

The Attlee government's decision to cast aside men and women who had fought so long and so courageously under British command prompted an outpouring of sadness and anger from a number of British political and military leaders. In the House of Commons, Winston Churchill said he profoundly regretted the exclusion of the Poles, adding: "They will be in our hearts on that day. . . .

She'd been prepared for him to say he was too old, she must put away that sweet but impractical idea, they would forget all about it and go back to being good friends. She had almost hoped he would say that; it would forestall the complication and entanglement, yet leave her with a grief to harbor, sad but tender, grief like a secret, soothing companion. But this! There was nothing soothing about this.