Quotes About Sadness

She's the One all right," she muttered. "Poor thing.

Sad? Nonsense! Parting with friends is a sadness. A place is only a place." He glanced at the charts on the table. "And Arrakis is just another place.

There will be sadness, Alia intoned. I remind you that all things are but beginning, forever beginning. Worlds wait to be conquered. Some within the sound of my voice will attain exalted destinies. You will sneer at the past, forgetting what I tell you now: within all differences there is unity.

And then he remembered Hawat's words: Parting with people is a sadness; a place is only a place.

Nothing in the sadness at her death is too high a price to pay for the love we shared.

For now is my grief heavier than the sands of the seas

Parting with people is a sadness; a place is only a place.

Everything in my head was secondhand, too: Catholicism; Ireland's sad history, a litany of suffering and martyrdom drummed into me by priests, schoolmasters and parents who knew no better.

He looked sadly down at the street, as though it were his own bottomless sadness.

Amalia smiled, and that smile, although a sad one, lit up her sombre face, made her silence eloquent and her strangeness familiar. It was like the telling of a secret, a hitherto closely guarded possession that could be taken back, but never taken back entirely.

Oh well, memories, said I. Yes, even remembering in itself is sad, yet how much more its object! Don't let yourself in for things like that, it's not for you and not for me. It only weakens one's present position without strengthening the former one - nothing is more obvious - quite apart from the fact that the former one doesn't need strengthening.

Amália sorriu e, apesar de triste, o sorriso iluminou o rosto sombrio e fechado, fez falar o que silenciava, tornou familiar o que era estranho: era a entrega de um segredo, de uma posse até então bem guardada, que na verdade podia ser tomada outra vez de volta, mas nunca por completo.

Oh well, memories, said I. Yes, even remembering in itself is sad, yet how much more its object! Don't let yourself in for things like that, it's not for you and not for me. It only weakens one's present position without strengthening the former one — nothing is more obvious — quite apart from the fact that the former one doesn't need strengthening. Do you think I have no memories? Oh, ten for every one of yours.

Whenever K. started shouting they became calm, almost sad, confusing him or, in a way, bringing him back to his senses.

I was devastated by Gene Wilder's death.

I've been a fan of old country music, like Willie Nelson, Patsy Cline. I think I'm drawn to it because of the sense of sadness and sort of loss that a lot of good old country music has.

People don't understand the devastation the murder of a child does to someone. Eighty percent of parents of murdered children wind up in divorce. The only thing you have in common is that horrible sadness. You can't see the joy of your previous life.

It's low-key depressing when you're not winning.

The occasion of this sadness is expressed in a word, but must be considered in many more, as being the principal concernment both of the Text and Time.

My heart hurts. Hurts so bad. I…I just don't want him to see me cry anymore…." She hiccuped and blinked until her cheeks were wet. Jerry didn't hand her a tissue; she knew where they were. She'd used up his supply several times. "If I didn't love him so much, I'd hate him." She swallowed and reached for a tissue. "My heart hurts so bad…." *

She felt tears on her cheeks, but she didn't feel pain. Just that loneliness that sometimes plagued her.

There is an antidote to sadness—it is gratitude. There's a great trick to escaping the pain of loss, and that is giving.

I have a theory that life is gathering the raw materials, and when we die, we get to make patterns out of our lives and relive them in whatever order we want. That way I can spend forever repeating the days when I was really happy, and never have to experience any of the sad days. So that's how you live a really great life. You make sure you have enough good days that you want to go back to.

She rested her hand on my arm, and we walked toward the gazebo. 'Nope,' I said, steering her away. 'That's a sad place. We don't go there.