Quotes About Sadness

And what the music elicits—in me, in most everyone who hears it and takes to it—is a strangely comforting, sensual melancholy, a gentle sadness, the kind that comes with soft rain. It's the same for all truly great dark art. There's a pleasure in seeing our shadows paraded beautifully. It's liberating to find them so prettily decked out, a sort of reverse Halloween.

Well the country songs themselves are three-chord stories, ballads which are mostly sad. If you are already feeling sorry for yourself when you listen to them they will take you to an even sadder place.

A lot of country music is sad.

I think that the tendency for most people is to fall back on a comic interpretation of things -- because things are so sad, so terrible. If you didn't laugh you'd kill yourself.

Usually when people are sad, they don't do anything. They just cry over their condition. But when they get angry, they bring about a change.

About time, what I really learned from studying English is: time is different with timing. I understand the difference of these two words so well. I understand falling in love with the right person in the wrong timing could be the greatest sadness in a person's entire life.

Never look back to the past, never regret, even if there is emptiness ahead.' But I couldn't help it. Sometimes I would rather look back if it meant that I could feel something in my heart, even something sad. Sadness was better than emptiness.

If I'm sad and feel like crying, I come to the swimming pool because if I cried at home, I'd cry and cry and be depressed for three days and three nights and then I couldn't stand it and I'd swallow a load of sleeping pills. Or drive east to the sea and just keep going straight into the water. Or walk off the edge of a clidd. So, I come here instead where there's so much water already I can weep in peace.

My soul is dancing. If happiness is a brief matter, then I am in this brief moment. I wonder whether the sadness inside a human sometimes is just because of lack of sunlight.

It was hard to know what was coming, where our lives would lead, and it made me sad to think about the future.

maybe I've just read too many novels. In novels, alcoholics are always attractive and fuuny and charming and complex, like Sebastian Flyte or ABe North in Tender in the Night, and they're drinking because of a deep, unquenchable sadness of the soul, or the terrible legacy of the First World War, whereas I just get drunk because I'm thirsty, and I like the taste of lager...

grief is as much about regret for what you've never had as sadness for what you've lost. Anyway, we got through it somehow.

grief is as much about regret for what you've never had as sadness for what you've lost.

grief is as much about regret for what you've never had as sadness for what you've lost.

There is nothing so cleansing or reassuring as a vicarious sadness.

G. K. Chesterton claimed that joy, "which is the small publicity of the pagan, is the gigantic secret of the Christian . . . and the dominant theme of Christian faith. By its creed (i.e., what we believe) joy becomes something gigantic and sadness something special (occasional) and small.

Nic is writing 'I am sorry', and I want to cry. No, I think, don't let him in again. No don't let him in again. No don't let him in again.

One of the sad things about contemporary journalism is that it actually matters very little. The world now is almost inured to the power of journalism. The best journalism would manage to outrage people. And people are less and less inclined to outrage.

It's strange how sometimes you can be so happy it goes all the way round to sadness.

Zoe wiped it away gently, as a tear dropped from her eye on to his cold pink nose.

As Jack listened at the top of the stairs, a tear welled in his eye, and rolled very slowly down his cheek. 8

She sat one of the fluffy cats in my lap and stuffed the other down my shirt. She turned and left. 'There,' said the large man. 'The kittens will make your sad go away.

Our world," he said, "is far more advanced than yours. For reasons you'll understand shortly." A thin, bony naked woman entered the room, carrying two small, white kittens. She sat one of the fluffy cats in my lap and stuffed the other down my shirt. She turned and left. "There," said the large man. "The kittens will make your sad go away.

There," said the large man. "The kittens will make your sad go away.