Quotes About Sadness

Why does the joy of love contain so much sadness? We're afraid of the sadness because it grows and spreads and becomes too terrible to be borne. And because it leads to tenderness. Tenderness. The moment of tenderness, the undoing, unbearable moment of tenderness.

Mostly I have felt myself becoming a servant of sadness. I am still looking for the beauty in that.

We normally think of the expressions on our face as the reflection of an inner state. I feel happy, so I smile. I feel sad, so I frown. Emotion goes inside-out. Emotional contagion, though, suggests that the opposite is also true. If I can make you smile, I can make you happy. If I can make you frown, I can make you sad. Emotion, in this sense, goes outside-in.

The exact symptom of sad people is their innocence and honesty but these kind of people always at the top of success...

When you see the sadness, failure, and darknessFind the opportunity to turn on the light of success.

I got a rock.

And we wept that one so lovely should have a life so brief.

We are so sorry to hear the sad news. He(She) will be Always in our thoughts, Forever in our prayers Eternally in our memories

And when she played the clarinet it was as though the music came not from the instrument but straight out of her body, only passing through the clarinet to pick up some sweetness and sadness, and taking you to a real, silent place where there is no enemy, no struggle, and where everything is free from shame and treachery and clear of thoughts of betrayal.

Silently and sadly, the village lived its simple life.

So the man was sad! Of course, he was in mourning. He had just lost his wife, what — a few months ago? What a luxury, she thought enviously, that he could mourn his loss like this when her husband had disappeared. She would have liked to give up on life and cry until she was empty of tears; instead she had to brave a refugee camp, a new country, and now a whole new language.

And now I have to stop. Because every time I remember this, I have to cry a little by myself. I don't know why something that made me so happy then feels so sad now. Maybe that is the way it is with the best memories.

Now I have this big cheerless studio and I am the saddest man in the world. Everybody says: "What a wonderful place!" But for me it is hell. Hell de luxe, do you get me?

So I'm sad. I throw my vanity aside. I'm questioning myself. If the day on which you happen to read this letter proves to be one in which you're depressed, I know I'll get one kind of answer. Another day another.

There is no good that comes from the storm, no silver lining, no Hollywood ending. Death descends. Lives are lost.

Keep reminding yourself that literature is one of the saddest roads that leads to everything.

Mieux vaut une vraie tristesse qu'une fausse joie.

La tristesse est une complication. Jamais je ne cherchais à analyser mon bonheur. ... Et je me demande à present si c'est bien le bonheur que je souhaite ou plutôt l'acheminement vers le bonheur.

El recuerdo es una invención desdichada.

You don't ever know how happy you are until you remember how sad you once were and vice versa. Nothing is anything until I decide to hold nothing next to something, and declare that I see a difference.

When the young king had finished his sad story he burst once more into tears, and the Sultan was much moved.

I know I'm out of your life / But the day that I die / I know you are going to cry.

Here was a thing that would grow old; here was a thing that would turn beautiful and lose that beauty, that would inherit the grace but also the bad ear and flawed figure of her mother, that would smile too much and squint too often and spend the last decades of her life creaming away the wrinkles made in youth until she finally gave up and wore a collar of pears to hide a wattle; here was the ordinary sadness of the world.

I know I'm out of your life / But the day that I die / I know you are going to cry