Quotes About Sadness

Even in times of great sadness, there are always moments where we crack up.

The assassination of Martin Luther King, Jr. made me very, very sad, and I mourned and I cried like many of our citizens did.

You're always tellin' me to go out more, Go ahead, get out and see the world, But then I think, why should I? I'd rather stay home and cry.

I want you to laugh and cry. That's what I do.

When I need to cry, I think of very sad things, mostly about animals.

I usually don't cry at movies, although I will get sad. I'm okay with it, though. It's good to make people cry.

I've laughed, and I've cried. Laughing has got it over crying.

Why is it you feel like a dope if you laugh alone, but that's usually how you end up crying?

I'm so proud to be an American, but you see what they are going through Cuba, you see what they have been through, and it's pretty sad.

There is a kind of sadness in not wanting the things that give so many other people their life's meaning. There can be sadness at not living out a more universal story - the supposed life cycle.

As a child, I was embarrassed by my dads effusive episodes, but I suppose I got used to living with someone who was intermittently sad.

In anticipation of a meal - supposing we are with the ideal companion at the best table in the perfect restaurant - we might indeed postpone sadness. And maybe even halfway through, we will remain in tolerably high spirits, with dessert still to come. But as we near the end of eating, we begin to feel anticipatory twinges of anticlimax.

You know what I hate? I hate people who give me plants. The whole giving someone plants - it's like giving someone a pet. I'm giving you responsibility, I'm giving you a thing that you now have to take care of for, like, a year until it dies, and then I'm giving you sadness and guilt.

I think Jerry Lee is sad. As a musician, he was far more talented than Elvis Presley. Everybody down in Memphis knows that. Elvis became a movie star because he was beautiful. Not that Elvis wasn't talented, but Jerry Lee Lewis was incomprehensibly talented as a musician.

It's really a sad story, and I liked that. The songs on this album talk about relationships in every aspect.

I could really make a song of hurt, because I've been hurt by a lot of men. I'm talking about, like, how sad I be when a dude curves me. And I never talk about that because I refuse to let people know that I get sad because when a man don't answer my calls.

I'm happy, I would say that I'm one of the happiest people I know but I've certainly had periods of profound sadness, depression and heartache and those are the kind of things that are interesting to me to write about.

We confuse depression, sadness, and grief. However, the opposite of depression is not happiness, but vitality — the ability to experience a full range of emotions, including happiness, excitement, sadness, and grief.2 Depression is not an emotion itself; it's the loss of feelings, a big heavy blanket that insulates you from the world yet hurts at the same time. It's not sadness or grief, it's an illness.

I clawed my way into the light but the light is just as scary. I'd rather quit. I'd rather be sad. It's too much work.

Paint ghosts over everything, the sadness of everything. We made ourselves cold. We made ourselves snow. We smuggled ourselves into ourselves. Haunted by each other's knowledge. To hide somewhere is not surrender, it is trickery. All day the snow falls down, all night the snow. I try to guess your trajectory and end up telling my own story. We left footprints in the slush of ourselves, getting out of there.

I put my sadness in a box. The box went soft and wet and weak at the bottom. I called it Thursday. Today is Sunday. The town is empty. I stood in the road looking forward and back, to see if it would change something. After a while, I went back inside and tripped over the box.

I said it severely and slept through all my appointments. I clawed my way into the light but the light is just as scary. I'd rather quit. I'd rather be sad. It's too much work.

the sails in wind and the slap of waves on the hull of a boat that's sinking to the sound of mermaids singing songs of love, and the tug of a simple profound sadness when it sounds so far away.

This is where he trots out his sadness. Little black cloud, little black umbrella.