Quotes About Sadness

I'm dull and sad! indeed, indeed I know I have no reason! Perhaps I am not well in health, And 'tis a gloomy season. - The Three Graves

I remember when my kitten got run over. My mother was devastated. She put it in a green garbage bag and cried and cried. She said she couldn't stop picturing that little cat. Tumbling and tumbling and tumbling.

Las historias tristes ocurren a veces en lugares tristes, como las estaciones de tren o los aeropuertos. Entonces la gente lo nota y lo comenta, y todos dicen que en verdad los aeropuertos y las estaciones de tren son sitios tristísimos, tan tristes que no dan ganas de volver a viajar pues a nadie le gusta meterse de lleno en la tristeza, y encima por esos precios.

Las frustraciones del trabajo se pagaban en la casa, o buscaban su equilibrio. Como en las familias pobres o las familias tristes

Lo peor no es la muerte. Es la tristeza de los que quedamos vivos. Es el vacío.

I wasn't only sad--I was angry. I still felt lost in a dark, terrifying maze. And I was furious at the world for leaving me here.

Ethan and I are done, I said finally. I'm sorry. He was my first boyfriend. I know. The only real boyfriend I've had. I'm a senior in high school and he was my only real boyfriend. I know. And I won't find another one at Jones Hall. That is guaranteed. Okay. This is all very sad and tragic, I said. Alan unwrapped a sleeve of Smarties. Yet, oddly, you don't seem that upset. I know.

There are so many pieces to grief. Sad pieces, angry pieces, guilty pieces, pieces of regret, and pieces that are a certain kind of pain that doesn't even have a word.

Well, it's true that I have been hurt in my life. Quite a bit. But it's also true that I have loved, and been loved. and that carries a weight of its own. A greater weight, in my opinion. It's like that pie chart we talked about earlier. in the end, I'll look back on my life and see that the greatest piece of it was love. The problems, the divorces, the sadness... those will be there too, but just smaller slivers, tiny pieces.

It was like those songs I'd heard as a child, each so familiar, and all mine. When i got older and realized the words were sad, the stories tragic, it didn't make me love them any less. By then they were already part of me, woven into my conciousness & memory

I felt something catch in my throat, a sudden surge of sadness that caught me unaware, almost taking my breath away. That was the thing. You never got used to it, the idea of something being gone. Just when you think it's reconciled, accepted, someone points it out to you and it just hits you all over again, that shocking.

I was bored. Sad. Lonely. It was only a matter of time before I cracked.

Monica's about sick, she's almost inconsolable

Me - I was not born with enough fuel. My anger often melts into sadness, it will just disintegrate into shame or fear, my clenched teeth release into chatter.

She had kept her sadness so carefully lidded these last two days that it had thickened into a stock so rich she could smell the salt before she tasted it. Caroline's throat narrowed so she could scarcely draw breath. Only a long thin note, too high to hear, seeped steadily through to warm the roof of her mouth.

Do you think we make sad things into songs in order to hold on to the sadness or to banish it—I think it is to banish the sadness. So then if you write a happy song, is it not sadder than a sad song because by making it you have banished your own happiness into a song?

It's this feeling that you want to love strangers, that you want to kiss the man at the post office, or the woman at the dry cleaners - you want to wrap you arms around life, life itself, but you can't and this feeling wells up in you, and there is nowhere to put this great happiness - and you're floating - and then you fall down and become unbearably sad. And you have to go lie down on the couch.

The happiness that follows sadness is never the same as that which came before it.

Lo que me asombra es sentirme tan triste y tan cansado.

my feelings were big, sad, comfortless, of a thinking animal, my heart acting like an orb filled too big for my chest, not from revulsion, which I have to say I didn't feel, but over-all general misery.

Sometimes I wake up with such an immense sense of disappointment that I can hardly breathe.

The sky was the colour of sad weddings.

Cuando empleamos nuestras horas agradablemente, transcurren más de prisa; pero cuando éstas son tristes se deslizan con mayor lentitud [...]; por otro lado, casi no tenemos noción del pasado cuando éste es aburrido y en cambio lo tenemos presente cuando es entretenido.

Ach! Er ist tot! Wie dauert er mich! Wie bin ich bekümmert!