Quotes About Sadness

Semplicemente, senza che un solo angolo del suo volto si muovesse, e assolutamente in silenzio, iniziò a piangere, in quel modo che è un modo bellissimo, un segreto di pochi, piangono solo con gli occhi, come bicchieri pieni fino all'orlo di tristezza, e impassibili mentre quella goccia di troppo alla fine li vince e scivola giù dai bordi, seguita poi da mille altre, e immobili se ne stanno lì mentre gli cola addosso la loro minuta disfatta.

Can we account for instinct?' said Monte Cristo. 'Are there not some places where we seem to breathe sadness? — why, we cannot tell. It is a chain of recollections — an idea which carries you back to other times, to other places — which, very likely, have no connection with the present time and place.

You say that you lost your child. You know how I feel then. You know that, don't you? It's a sadness that never goes away.

The only thing that makes me sad is that I shall be leaving Africa when I die. I love Africa, which is my mother and my father. When I am dead, I shall miss the smell of Africa

The sound of the kettle boiling was in itself the sound of normality, of reason, the sound of a fight back against the sadness of things.

Even a battlefield can be peaceful, can be a place for flowers to grow, for children to play; the memories, the sadness, are within us, not part of the world about us.

All that I know is that he is sad in his heart...that is the place where his sadness is. Right there. And I do not think that is ever very easy to deal with sadness in that part of the body.

i cuori degli uomini che sono molto lontani dal loro Paese sono pieni di tristezze.

The physical world—the world of stone and brick—is indifferent to our suffering, to our dramas, she thought. Even a battlefield can be peaceful, can be a place for flowers to grow, for children to play; the memories, the sadness, are within us, not part of the world about us.

For that was a very special sort of love, she realised—love given back to one who loved you; that love was like the first rain, the longed-for rain, which washed away the pain and sadness of the world so that you forgot that those things had ever been there.

And if things go on as they are, in a few months the men will have cut all the trees down and that will be the end of the bubblegum tree - forever'. Nobody said anything. Billy thought that he had never heard such a sad story before. Surely somebody could do something before the bubblegum trees before it was too late.

Angus turned to Domenica. This view always makes me feel sad. I don't know why, but it does. He drew in his breath, savouring the freshness of the air. Freshly mown grass was upon it, and the smell of lavender, too, from Elspeth's kitchen garden. Well, perhaps not sad--more wistful, perhaps, which is one notch below actual sadness.

Mma Ramotswe being sad was like a day with no sun, a day with no birdsong at dawn, a day without tea…One could go on, but the essential thing was that Mma Ramotswe should not look sad.

How sad, however, if we're given Our youth as something to betray, And what if youth in turn is driven To cheat on us, each hour, each day, If our most precious aspirations, Our freshest dreams, imaginations In fast succession have decayed, As leaves, in putrid autumn, fade. It is too much to see before one Nothing but dinners in a row, Behind the seemly crowd to go, Regarding life as mere decorum, Having no common views to share, Nor passions that one might declare.

Sauvage, sad, silent, as timid as the sylvan doe, in her own family she seemed a strangeling.

SORROW ASK not why with sad reflection 'Mid gayety I oft am darkened, Why ever cheerless eyes I raise, Why sweet life's dream not dear to me is; Ask not why with frigid soul I — joyous love no longer crave, And longer none I call dear: Who once has loved, not again can love; Who bliss has known, ne'er again shall know; For one brief moment to us 't is given: Of youth, of joy, of tenderness Is left alone the sadness.

The happier people become the more I noticed my sadness.

There were just little things and they still made me sad, but I become better at staying in my sadness and at resisting the urge to chase it away.

Would he be happy? Joan hoped so. But somehow he seemed a man fated always to yearn after that which he could not have, to choose for himself the rockiest, most difficult path. She would pray for him, as for all the other sad and troubled souls who must travel roads alone.

We believe at once in evil, we only believe in good upon reflection. Is this not sad

But 'tis a sad thing that all one's happiness is only that the world does not know you are miserable.

You know, I think the people I feel saddest for are the ones who once knew what profoundness was, but who lost or became numb to the sensation of wonder, who felt their emotions floating away and just didn't care. I guess that's what's scariest: not caring about the loss.

there are certain tragedies from which we never recover. We may eventually adjust to the sense of loss that pervades every waking hour of the day. We may accept the desperate sadness that colors all perception. We may even learn to live with the loss. But it doesn't mean we will ever fully cauterize the wound or shut away the pain in some steel-tight box and consider it vanquished.

it's all one single grief.