Quotes About Sadness

For Daisy was young and her artificial world was redolent of orchids and pleasant, cheerful snobbery and orchestras which set the rhythm of the year, summing up the sadness and suggestiveness of life in new tunes.

I wouldn't think of leaving college. It's just that I feel so sad these wonderful nights. I sort of feel they're never coming again, and I'm not really getting all I could out of them.

Her face was sad and lovely with bright things in it

He was drafted early in the fall, and the examining doctor made no mention of low blood-pressure. It was all very purposeless and sad when Anthony told Gloria one night that he wanted, above all things, to be killed. But, as always, they were sorry for each other for the wrong things at the wrong times…. They

And, after all, an obsolete list. She was in love now, set for the eternal romance that was to be the synthesis of all romance, yet sad for these man and these moonlights and for the 'thrills' she had had – and the kisses. The past – her past, oh, what a joy! She had been exuberantly happy.

I like these streets,' observed Anthony aloud. 'I always feel as though it's a performance being staged for me; as though the second I've passed they'll all stop leaping and laughing and, instead, grow very sad, remembering how poor they are, and retreat with bowed heads into their houses. You often get that effect abroad, but seldom in this country.

You see, I usually find myself among strangers because I drift here and there trying to forget the sad thing that happened to me.

Beauty and love pass, I know... Oh, there's sadness, too. I suppose all great happiness is a little sad. Beauty means the scent of roses and then the death of roses--

She looks at him once more, with infinite longing, infinite sadness.

It's just that I feel so sad these wonderful nights. I sort of feel they're never coming again, and I'm not really getting all I could out of them.

I think most people are confused about life, because it's not just one thing going on," said Elner. "It's many things going on at the same time. Life is both sad and happy, simple and complex, all at the same time.

Being tired of all illusions and of everything about illusions – the loss of illusions, the uselessness of having them, the prefatigue of having to have them in order to lose them, the sadness of having had them, the intellectual shame of having had them knowing that they would have to end this way.

But my sadness is comforting Because it's right and natural And because it's what the soul should feel When it already thinks it exists And the hand pick flowers And the soul takes no notice.

And in the depths of my soul — the only reality of the moment — there is an intense, invisible pain, a sadness like the sound of someone weeping in a dark room.

Chove. Que fiz eu da vida? Fiz o que ela fez de mim... De pensada, mal vivida... Triste de quem é assim!

Before my unfeeling eyes, the repressed bitterness of my whole life peels off the suit of natural joy it wears in the prolonged randomness of every day. I realize that I'm always sad, however happy or content I may often feel. And the part of me that realizes this stands a little behind me...

The love of absurdity and paradox is the animal happiness of the sad.

Estás só. Ninguém o sabe. Cala e finge. Mas finge sem fingimento. Nada 'speres que em ti já não exista, Cada um consigo é triste. Tens sol se há sol, ramos se ramos buscas, Sorte se a sorte é dada.

I am not a pessimist. I suffer and I complain, but I don't know if suffering is the general rule or if it is human to suffer... I am not a pessimist, I am merely sad.

For me, life is a somnolence that does not affect the brain. I keep that free as a place in which to be sad.

My life is so sad, and yet I do not even consider weeping over it; my hours are so false, and I do not even dream the gesture that might end them.

Eu nu m? plâng de lume.Nu protestez în numele universului.Nu sunt pesimist.Eu suf?r ÅŸi plâng,dar nu ÅŸtiu dac? ceea ce exist? în general e suferin??,nici nu ÅŸtiu dac? e omeneÅŸte s? suferi.Suf?r,îns? nu ÅŸtiu dac? pe bun? dreptate.Eu nu sunt pesimist,sunt trist.

Should we reason our way out of sadness ? But why, when reasoning requires effort ? And the sad man lacks the necessary energy to make any effort at all.

Tens vontade de comprar O que vês só porque o viste. Só a tenho de chorar Porque só compro o ser triste.