Quotes About Sadness

I have in my heart three feelings with which one can never be bored: sadness, love and gratitude.

I have descended from a planet, called grief.

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Abra DeMadrigal didn't look young enough to be my sister anymore. Her sorrow weighed her down and aged her. She was still beautiful, but she looked very far away. No wonder our people had raven eyes, so distant, so sad. No matter how wise she was, my mother looked like a woman who hadn't truely believed how much evil there was in our world. Not until this moment.

Because we were Russian, sadness came naturally to us. But so did reading. In my family, a book was a life raft.

Lion had to kiss her then and there, even though when he kissed her he felt as though he were swallowing her sadness.

What was life anyway? Only a continuous vale of sadness and tears.

Há segredos que devem ser guardados e a maioria deles tem relação com as angústias do coração humano, pois a tristeza expressada em voz alta é uma tristeza vivida duas vezes.

She's not a demon, she's a woman," my mother said sadly. "In this case, that's worse.

Snow made him feel like crying sometimes-just the first flakes, the purest stuff.

Gradually, she realizes how she is forced to look for distraction when she is moved, upset, or sad. (When a six-year-old's mother died, his aunt told him: "You must be brave; don't cry;

The dream was in fact a lot like the Vancouver weather—a dismal sort of longing, a rainy dreamy sadness, a weight that shifted round the heart.

sitting in the sand with her back against a log, crying. She smiled at Kath, she said, 'don't think I'm sad'.

My father dreamed that one day he might teach another child to love ships in bottles. He knew there would be both sadness and joy in it; that it would always hold an echo of me.

She was never thought of as a pretty girl. People might say she looked interesting, mysterious, older than her years and therefore intriguing, but she was considered approaching beautiful only when she looked sad.

She opens her schoolbook to a lesson called A Day In London, curls up beside me and rests her head on my shoulder...I read, We are in London. It rains. It is very cold. Everyone is sad because the weather is dreadful. Churches are empty, but shops are full. Most people drive cars, but they are very expensive. Many people are without food. The Queen wears much jewellery.

These are sad times, when people cannot follow their own consciences, but God knows the secrets of our hearts. It is through our faith alone that we will be justified. One day, I pray, we will have the freedom to worship openly.

A ranting psychotic is far enough away from mean to be recognized as mentally sick by your aunt Tilly, but how do you decide when everyday anxiety or sadness is severe enough to be considered mental disorder? One thing does seem perfectly clear. On the statistical face of it, it is ridiculous to stretch disorder so elastically that the near average person can qualify. Shouldn't most people be normal?

I feel my life is sterile, I am unbloomed, unused, I have nothing I can have that I will ever want, only some love, only dearness and tenderness, to make me weep. I am moved now and sad and unhappy beyond cold unhappiness, beyond any inconvenience that will cause you by my affection.

all movement stops and I walk in the timeless sadness of existence, tenderness flowing thru the buildings, my fingertips touching reality's face, my own face streaked with tears in the mirror of some window - at dusk - where I have no desire - for bonbons - or to own the dresses or Japanese lampshades of intellection -

We learn to live with sadness like a great, lovely companion, because it's a soft sadness that softens the heart and makes you open to everything.

I hope you'll never know how sadness can twist your heart, and make you a stranger to yourself.

I needed her to show me how to live through sadness, how to make someone dinner. All I knew was how to be lost.

Deep sadness is an artist of powers that affects people in different ways. To one it comes like the stroke of an arrow, shocking all the emotions to a sharper life. To another, it comes as the blow of a crushing strike.