Quotes About Sadness

I did not know what it was to be happy for a whole day at a time, scarcely for an hour.

I wonder if things can happen too early or too late or if everything happens at exactly the right time. If so, how sad and beautiful.

In this sad world of ours, sorrow comes to all, and it comes with bitter agony. Perfect relief is not possible, except with the passing of time.

Every day is precious and I feel infinitely sad at this time melting away from me.

Death is so strange, so mysterious, so sad, that we want to blame someone for it. And it was easy to blame me. Besides, when people wonder how I survived being accused of killing my mother, none of them realizes that watching her die was many, many times worse. And knowing I could have killed her was nothing compared to knowing I could not save her.

I have retired to the library, for I am very unhappy, and I want to be alone.

So, if you're a doctor, how can you recognize that you're having a feeling? Some tips from Dr. Zinn: Most emotions have physical counterparts. Anxiety may be associated with a tightness of the abdomen or excessive diaphoresis; anger may be manifested by a generalized muscle tightness or a clenching of the jaw; sexual arousal may be noted by a tingling of the loins or piloerection; and sadness may be felt by conjunctival injection or heaviness of the chest.

Your soul is like your shadow, she said. Sometimes it just wanders off like a butterfly and that is when you are sad and that's when you get sick, and if it comes back to you, that is when you are happy and you are well again.

Yes, in the sense that I felt a certain contentment. Not always, mind you. I moaned and groaned from time to time. But I was never downright depressed again, probably because I realized that sadness comes from feeling sorry for yourself and happiness from joy.

sadness comes from feeling sorry for yourself and happiness from joy." I stopped talking

I have the hardest time trying to maintain a normal facade when I'm feeling so wretched and sad. I have to talk, help around the house, sit with the others and, above all, act cheerful! Most of all I miss the outdoors and having a place where I can be alone for as long as I want!

Oh, it is sad, very sad, that once more , for the umpteenth time, the old truth is confirmed: What one Christian does is his own responsibility, what one Jew does is thrown back at all Jews.

Himmelhoch jauchzend und zum Tode betrubt: On top of the world, or in the depths of despair.

Freitag, 20. November 1942 Bei allem, was ich tue, muss ich an die anderen denken, die weg sind. Und wenn ich wegen etwas lachen muss, höre ich erschrocken wieder auf und denke mir, dass es eine Schande ist, so fröhlich zu sein. Aber muss ich denn den ganzen Tag weinen? Nein, das kann ich nicht und sie wird wohl auch wieder vorbeigehen, diese Niedergeschlagenheit.

Gravity and sadness yank us down, and hope gives us a nudge to help one another get back up or to sit with the fallen on the ground, in the abyss, in solidarity.

It can be too sad here. We so often lose our way.

What a paradox: that we connect with God, with divinity, in our flesh and blood and time and space. We connect with God in our humanity. A great truth, attributed to Emily Dickinson, is that "hope inspires the good to reveal itself." This is almost all I ever need to remember. Gravity and sadness yank us down, and hope gives us a nudge to help one another get back up or to sit with the fallen on the ground, in the abyss, in solidarity.

I'm pretty sure that it is only by experiencing that ocean of sadness in a naked and immediate way that we come to be healed--which is to say, that we come to experience life with a real sense of presence and spaciousness and peace.

I started to cry then, and I cried for a long time without making much noise. I cried and cried like a little kid.

I'm pretty sure that only by experiencing that ocean of sadness in a naked and immediate way do we come to be healed—which is to say, we come to experience life with a real sense of presence and spaciousness and peace.

I'm pretty sure that it is only by experiencing that ocean of sadness in a naked and immediate way that we come to be healed—which is to say, that we come to experience life with a real sense of presence and spaciousness and peace.

Your voice is sad and your hands are slow, And your eye meeting mine turns away.

Like the moon, I want to touch places just by looking. To tell new things at three in the morning, when we're awake with rain or any sadness, or slendering through reeds of sleep, surfacing to skin.

There would be no twilight, I realized that. Ah, very sad indeed. But as a vampire I often beheld the twilight. So why should I complain?