Quotes About Sadness

En contemplant le paysage noir et blanc du plateau, j'ai compris combien la tristesse était un mot important dans la definition du monde. Elle se trouve a la base de tout, elle est le cinquième élement, la quintessence.

One period of grief is followed by another, so I am in constant mourning. This is my natural state.

I teraz zrozumia?, sk?d bra?o si? to poczucie braku, smutek le??cy u podstaw wszystkiego, smutek obecny w ka?dej rzeczy, ka?dym zjawisku, od zawsze - nie mo?na naraz poj?? wszystkiego.

The flowers withered,Their color faded away,While meaninglesslyI spent my days in the worldAnd the long rains were falling.

Now even if I die, no one will be so grieved as to do himself bodily harm. No [...] I know just how much sadness my death will cause you. Undoubtedly you will weep when you learn the news--apart, of course, from such ornamental sentimentality as you may indulge in--but if you will please try to think of my joy at being liberated completely from the suffering of living and this hateful life itself, I believe that your sorrow will gradually dissolve.

I go about saying how pained and tormented, how lonely and sad I feel, but what do I really mean by that? If I were to speak the truth, I would die.

How cruel of you. What part of what you see here is carefree? If only you could understand the sadness of the ones who grow the delicate flowers of buffoonery, protecting them from but the slightest gust of wind and always on the verge of despair!

Masks in one layer after another—as many as ten or twenty—had fastened themselves upon me, and I could no longer tell how sad any one of them really was.

I must go on living. And, though it may be childish of me, I can't go on in simple compliance. From now on I must struggle with the world. I thought that Mother might well be the last of those who can end their lives beautifully and sadly, struggling with no one, neither hating nor betraying anyone. In the world to come there will be no room for such people. The dying are beautiful, but to live, to survive - those things somehow seem hideous and contaminated with blood.

I wept bitterly, crying aloud. I could have wept on and on, interminably.

Unhappiness. There are all kinds of unhappy people in this world. I suppose it would be no exaggeration to say that the world is composed entirely of unhappy people.

Of late a gloomy rain has been falling almost incessantly. Whatever I do depresses me.

But those people who live life with a practical heart in actuality make us feel quite sad. I do not dislike my brother in any way, but I do not feel the kind of intimacy that would make me want to share everything that I feel with him. I feel the same way towards my father.

Hüzünlü birini hüzünlü ?ark?lar teselli eder.

Her hair has turned quite gold from grief.

Sadness gives depth. Happiness gives height. Sadness gives roots. Happiness gives branches. Happiness is like a tree going into the sky, and sadness is like the roots going down into the womb of the earth. Both are needed, and the higher a tree goes, the deeper it goes, simultaneously. The bigger the tree, the bigger will be its roots. In fact, it is always in proportion. That's its balance.

But you see," Gladys murmured, with a strange sad tender smile upon her face, "I have had all my summer in my spring; it is all over now. There are nothing but the night and the winter. While you—you have had the "cold and the darkness first; your sun has yet to dawn.

Tears at times have all the weight of speech.

The silence isn't so bad, till I look at my hands and feel sad. Because the spaces between my fingers are right where yours fit perfectly.

I was a free man, and I'd survived prison without being arse raped or beaten to a pulp. So how come I felt so f**king sad?

True happiness isn't enhanced by pleasure or diminished by sadness, but exists in spite of those things.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

Now there is fame! Of all -- hunger, misery, the incomprehension by the public -- fame is by far the worst. It is the castigation of God by the artist. It is sad. It is true.

His sadness resonated with me and we were drawn to one another.