Quotes About Sadness

No matter how great the love, the pain, the sadness, the power of a heart, no one can recreate the sea. Nowhere else.

I don't know whether it is beautiful or sad, that I find such blissful happiness within the confines of my own mind, than I do in the reality that surrounds me.

Prayer is the place of refuge for every worry, a foundation for cheerfulness, a source of constant happiness, a protection against sadness.

Will God or someone give me the power to breathe my sigh into my canvases, the sigh of prayer and sadness, the prayer of salvation, of rebirth?

It isn't a coincidence that prayer was commanded right after the year of sadness. The prayer was the greatest comfort.

You've been cold to me so long, I'm crying icicles instead of tears.

The end of anything is not fun because there's a nostalgia to it and everything else. Even the end of a bad relationship can feel so, so, so sad.

The arrogance that says analysing the relationship between reasons and causes is more important than writing a philosophy of shyness or sadness or friendship drives me nuts. I can't accept that.

This was like childhood, this grief.

In deep sadness there is no place for sentimentality.

Grief makes one hour ten

Jog on, jog on, the footpath way,And merrily hent the stile-a:A merry heart goes all the day,Your sad tires in a mile-a.

I fear he will prove the weeping philosopher when he grows old, being so full of unmannerly sadness in his youth.

I have very poor and unhappy brains for drinking.

I had rather have a fool to make me merry than experience to make me sad.

The big round tearsCours'd one another down his innocent noseIn piteous chase.

The sad companion, dull-ey'd melancholy.

I am as melancholy as a gib cat, or a lugged bear.

Music to hear, why hear'st thou music sadly?Sweets with sweet war not, joy delights in joy.

So part we sadly in this troublous world,To meet with joy in sweet Jerusalem.

How much better is it to weep at joy than to joy at weeping!

These dreary dumps.

Each present joy or sorrow seems the chief.

Life was...sad. And yet it was beautiful. The beauty was dimmed when the sadness welled up. And the beauty would be there again when the sadness went. So the beauty and the sadness belonged together somehow, though they were not the same at all.