Quotes About Sadness

He had gone to several universities . . . and had found only curves and credits. He had become drunk on the idea of God and found only theology. He had risen several times on the subtle and powerful wings of lust, expectant of magnificence, achieving only discharge. A few times he had extended friendship with palpitating hope, only to find that no one quite knew what he had in mind. His solitude now was the result of his metabolism, that constant breathing in of joy and exhalation of sadness.

I think you should weep, now. It's time.

Do not judge from mere appearances; for the lift laughter that bubbles on the lip often mantles over the depths of sadness, and the serious look may be the sober veil that covers a divine peace and joy. The bosom can ache beneath diamond brooches; and many a blithe heart dances under coarse wool.

Tears do not flow without reason.

But if I paid attention, really paid attention maybe I could ignore the mountain of sadness and she might entertain and distract me and I would think this is life. The romance and the sadness. I am in it now. I did do that which is what happened.

How sad for us that I have made a myth of us when what keeps me from sleeping is the memory of...your honest back turned, waiting for me to walk away from you.

Ginger's eyes had always been beautiful, gay, sparkling, laughing, and intelligent. Now they were even more beautiful for there were sadness and pleading, an anxious questioning, in them, too.

Right after her funeral I felt the way you feel when it suddenly starts raining hard, and you look around and find no place to take shelter.

Sentía tristeza por el derroche, porque estaba obligada a marcharme, porque ella prefería la aventura de los zapatos a nuestras conversaciones, porque sabía ser independiente mientras que yo la necesitaba, porque tenía cosas propias en las que yo no podía entrar.

El amor es una enfermedad muy triste, Clementina, muy triste...–exclamó Rosalía.

For this I weep all my days and throughout my lifetime grieve that I swam from my own lands and came from familiar lands towards these strange doors to these foreign gates.

I'm not happy," Rósza said. "Why not?" "I don't know." "Are you worried about school?" "No." "Then why?" "Because I'm alone." I felt a wave of exasperation and despair. Was that what all of life was going to be like - you had to be sad when you didn't have a boyfriend?

Previously, I had believed that the sadness came first, and tears were a result, but the reality was clearly more complicated, because once the tears didn't come, the sadness somehow bottomed out, became shallower. What if the way Zoloft worked was just by dehydrating you?

You're always sad when you leave Rome," he said at some point. "You're always depressed until you go back.

Is something the matter?" asked Hannah. "You're not your usual cheerful self." "I'm feeling kind of down," I said. "Did something happen?" "I like someone who doesn't like me," I said. I had thought of it as an approximation, but once I said it, it felt like the truth. •

One's suffering disappears when one lets oneself go, when one yields — even to sadness.

Medvienko: Why do you always wear black? Masha: I am in mourning for my life. I am unhappy

It always makes me sad when I think of how I saw Wagner wasting his vitality, not only by singing their parts to some of his artists, but acting out the smallest details, and of how few they were who were responsive to his wishes.

Sometimes I can't tell the difference anymore, between beauty and desolation. Isn't that weird? Sometimes I don't even know if I'm extremely happy or extremely sad. It happens a lot when I think of you.

Pero si tu tristeza y la mía se unen, tal vez logremos una extraña felicidad.

Y yo la miro y siento que amo a la gente triste y silenciosa.

Like an abandoned dog who cannot find a smell or a track and roams along the roads, with no road, like the child who in a night of the fair gets lost among the crowd, and the air is dusty, and the candles fluttering,--astounded, his heart weighed down by music and by pain; that's how I am, drunk, sad by nature, a mad and lunar guitarist, a poet, and an ordinary man lost in dreams, searching constantly for God among the mists.

My philosophy is fundamentally sad, but I'm not a sad man, and I don't believe I sadden anyone else. In other words, the fact that I don't put my philosophy into practice saves me from its evil spell, or, rather, my faith in the human race is stronger then my intellectual analysis of it; there lies the fountain of youth in which my heart is continually bathing.

Él volvió a sonreír con su sonrisa triste y culpable, y yo comprendí que me había equivocado de nuevo, que no era un don tener mucha memoria en un lugar como aquél.