Quotes About Reflection

Where do we record the passing of wildlife? Who mourns the silent deaths of the small?

Death is always sad, I suppose, to us who look forward to it: I expect it will seem very different when we can look back upon it.

It's sad when you see somebody that talented that passes away and doesn't have to.

She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love.

We all have sadness in our life and things that we can draw upon

Ay me! sad hours seem long.

We try to... we are, I suppose to a certain extent all affected and erm, that is both funny and sad I think.

My suffering left me sad and gloomy.

Sad is his lot, who, once at least in his life, has not been a poet.

You are sad in the midst of every blessing. Take care that Fortune does not observe--or she will call you ungrateful.

But they never last, the golden days. And it can be sad, the sun in the afternoon, can't it? Yes, it can be sad, the afternoon sun, sad and frightening.

I wonder about all the roads not taken and am moved to quote Frost...but won't. It is sad to be able only to mouth other poets. I want someone to mouth me.

Maybe it's sad that these are now memories. And maybe it's not sad.

Are all ends of life so sad?

Living, it can be sad too.

It is perhaps sad books that best console us when we are sad.

When you're going through a breakup, you should just let yourself feel everything so you can get over it as opposed to pretending everything's okay and dragging it out.

It's strange," Moominmamma thought. "Strange that people can be sad, and even angry because life is too easy. But that's the way it is, I suppose. The only thing to do is to start life afresh.

But probably my favorite music, believe it or not, is sad music.

There is some sadness for me now about acting because it used to be that there was a reverence for actors.

It is true that the present is powerfully shaped by the past. But it is also true that ... insight at any age keeps us from singing the same sad songs again.

It is of no avail to know what is about to happen; for it is a sad thing to be grieved when grief can do no good.

In sooth I know not why I am so sad. It wearies me, you say it wearies you; But how I caught it, found it, or came by it, What stuff 'tis made of, whereof it is born, I am to learn.

I have no relationships and I'm, like, sad sometimes.