Quotes About Sadness

Grief, she thought. It's a strange and a misunderstood emotion.

Sadness, it was such an arresting emotion. You could almost convince yourself of the rhyme and reason of heartbreak.

His expression changed. He grew sad, agitated, without moving so much as a muscle and the tears come up in his eyes. How wise he seemed for his years. How strangely compassionate.

Tiny pinpoints of light, pulsing, and connected to the white figure, and almost beautiful, the sight of it, except it was so sad. Oh, poor souls of all the Dead guys locked in indestructible matter unable to grow old or die.

For if there's one thing immortality never frees you from, it's grief.

Marius had become sober and was looking into the flames again as though lost in his own sadness. In the light of the fire, his hair was almost entirely white.

You've been pinning for him these last three years, God knows why. Admittedly he's gorgeous, but you're hardly the type to be overset by simple beauty. Why? Because he has sad eyes, she could have said. Because he tries so very hard to be bad, to be mean, to be cruel, and all you have to do is look past the studied ennui to see a hurt little boy trying to emerge. And yes, because he's bloody gorgeous.

I really believe that most people who seem scary are just sad.

I'm a roomful of broken hearts

Sad people are the only real ones. They can tell you the truth about things; they have always known that there is no one you can depend upon forever and no change in your life, however great, that can keep you from being in the end what you were in the beginning: lost and lonely

I believe that most people who seem scary are just sad.

I'm a roomful of broken hearts, he tells her.

I believe that you can't know courage without conquering fear, and you can't really know joy without knowing sadness.

But I do not think dragons drained such sad blood.

I notice the silvery hair at his temples with a tinge of sadness. Why do parents grow old? Life is a castle of lies slowly dismantled by the passage of time. I regret not spending more time looking at the people I love.

As wretched as she was, she wanted Harry to be miserable, too. And yet, she was aware of an underlying sense of sadness. Theirs may have been the first war in which there were no winners, only losers.

When we forgive someone, we don't pretend that the harm didn't happen or cause us pain. We see it clearly for what it was, but we also come to see that fixating on the memory of harm generates anger and sadness.

The causes of familial discord and distance are countless, but the results are often the same: secrecy, blame, sadness, hurt, confusion, and feelings of loss and grief.

I had wanted my pain to disappear. I didn't want to feel the constriction of fear in my throat, the sadness of a child all alone in the world. But the transformation I was seeking wasn't to be found in what happened to the pain; it would be found in what happened within me in relationship to it.

Teenagers read millions of books every year. They read for entertainment and for education. They read because of school assignments and pop culture fads. And there are millions of teens who read because they are sad and lonely and enraged. They read because they live in an often-terrible world. They read because they believe despite the callow protestations of certain adults that books-especially the dark and dangerous ones-will save them.

But mostly it feels sad, often hopeless, and hot with loneliness.

I'm here because I know the sadness inside you. I know what it feels like to wake in the morning, lost and lonely and aching for someone to be there with me. (Sebastian)

Why are you so sad, akri? (Simi) I'm not sad, Simi. (Acheron) Yes you are. I know you, akri, you gots that pain in your heart like the Simi gets whenever she cries. (Simi)

And you are? (Elfa) One of the reviewers who wrote that you were a piss-poor substitute for Kiara and that the entire system is saddened by the loss of her from the show. I was just telling her that if she doesn't return soon and they leave your clumsy ass in, the show'll be closing prematurely for sure. (Syn) You're a pig! (Elfa) Oink, oink. (Syn)