Quotes About Sadness

Memories remind us that nothing last forever, you can be happy today and sad tomorrow, time is precious and should not be wasted, enjoy life and remember don't count your days, make your days count.

Life engulfs happiness and sadness... We determine the part we want to run with and to avoid tragedy needs strategy. Be wise.

You fall, you rise, you make mistakes, you live, you learn. You're human, not perfect. You've been hurt, but you're alive. Think of what a precious privilege it is to be alive to breathe, to think, to enjoy, and to be with people you love. Sometimes there is sadness in our journey, but there is also lots of beauty. We must keep putting one foot in front of the other even when we hurt, for we will never know what is waiting for us just around the bend.

Life is so ironic, it takes sadness to know what happiness is, noise to appreciate silence & absence to value presence.

I'm sad, I'm tired, I'm lonely. But it's okay because I'm breathing.

I'm gonna sit alone in a quiet room and cry until I cant cry no more. I am tired of all the pain inside and I am tired of all the tears falling from my eyes.

I'm tired of being the only one crying and tired of you being the only one laughing.

I'm tired of crying. I'm tired of being sad. I'm tired of pretending. I'm tired of being alone but most of all I'm just tired of being tired.

The feeling of being sick, but you're not really sick. You're just sad, upset, unhappy. You just feel like laying in bed all day.

I can't even go a day with out being upset or crying.

Be happy when you're happy, and sad when you're sad, and don't apologize for either. You are who you are and it's a beautiful thing.

Because I seemed to recognize the same sorts of sadness I had experienced in connection with Gilberte—or on those occasions in Combray when Mama had not stayed in my room, and also when I recalled certain pages of Bergotte

Sadness had reigned in undisputed sovereignty over his shadowed childhood.

Pode-se ter inclinação por uma pessoa. Mas para desencadear essa tristeza, esse sentimento do irreparável, essas angústias, que preparam o amor, é preciso - e talvez isso e não a pessoa amada seja o ansiado objeto da paixão - o risco de uma impossibilidade.

These are the creatures we usually fall in love with, only to suffer the more. For each new anxiety they cause us blots out from our eyes a part of their personality. We were resigned to suffering, thinking we loved something outside ourselves, and we come to realize that our love is a function of our sadness, that perhaps it is our sadness, and that its object is only to a small extent the young girl with raven hair.

was nevertheless still young, since I had been able to write her one, by means of which I hoped, in telling her of my solitary dreams of love and longing, to arouse similar dreams in her. The sadness of men who have grown old lies in their no longer even thinking of writing such letters, the futility of which their experience has shown.

Having a liking for someone is one thing; but to be afflicted with the sadness, the feeling of something irreparable having happened, the anguish which all accompany the onset of love, what is necessary is the risk – which may even be the object to which passion in its fretfulness tries to cling, rather than to a person – of an impossibility.

pour la première fois, ma tristesse n'était plus considérée comme une faute punissable

I learned that a death had occurred during the day which distressed me greatly, that of Bergotte.

I no longer loved Albertine. At most there were occasional days which brought the kind of weather that, modifying and stimulating our sensitivity, restores our contact with reality, making me feel bitterly sad when I thought of her. I suffered from a love that no longer existed. Thus when the weather changes do amputees feel pain in the leg they have lost.

I love heavily tattooed women. I imagine their lives are filled with sensuality and excess, madness and generosity, impulsive natures and fights. They look like they have endured much pain and sadness, yet have the ability to transcend all of it by documenting it on the body

Kako žalosten je lov na poražene živali.

The child tells me her grandmother showed her how to cure sadness by sucking the juice of an orange, while standing on a beach. Toss the peels onto a wave. Watch the sadness float away.

That she had so completely recovered her sanity was a source of sadness to her. One should never be cured of one's passion.