Sadness Quotes - Page 11

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?

Sarah Ruhl

I know I won't live long. So I'm going to stand strong and not sit down in disbelief, hold my head up high and not waste my time wondering why my life has to be so rough and unfair. I'm going to strive and live everyday for the better until that day arrives.

Jonathan Anthony Burkett

Condition a woman (or a man) to value submission above all other attitudes and you will produce a character type whose most readily expressed emotion will be sadness.

Sam Keen

Nothing is forever, he thought beyond closed eyelids somewhere over Asia Minor. Maybe unhappiness is the continuum through which a human life moves, and joy just a series of blips, of islands in the stream. Or if not unhappiness, then at least melancholy.

Salman Rushdie

Boys have a rap sheet of breaking women's heart!!

Anita Rajbhar

Frightened people live in their own special hell.

Stephen King

I shall never be very merry or very sad, for I am more prone to analyse than to feel.

H.P. Lovecraft

Sad.” She lets out a bitter laugh. “Life is full of sadness. It’s part of being a woman. Our lives are lived for the sake of others. Our happiness is never factored in. Do I want this life? Living here and seeing my husband a few times a year, raising my daughter alone? I don’t know what it was like for you in America, but this is how life is. This is reality. But this advice is coming too late. It’s meaningless now.

Aisha Saeed

In all you do, try being a WOW, and not a woe.

Anthony Liccione

Besides being the world the kind of sadness that can not be expressed in tears. You can not explain it to anyone. Unable to take any shape, settles quietly in the bottom of the heart as snow during the windless night.

Haruki Murakami

I always hated...all sad songs. I thought they made happy people miserable. Now I think I understand them better. Bards write them because they can't hold them back. Sadness has got to flow out or it gets stuck and turns bitter.

Jonathan Renshaw

. . . if there was a hope of comfort for any moment, the heart or head of no human being in this house could yield it . . .

Charlotte Brontë

Things at the worst will cease, or else climb upwardTo what they were before.

William Shakespeare

And if I am comfortable with it, why do I still call it loneliness? Because--and I think somehow she would understand this--you can have and recognize a sadness in your alienation and in other people's alienation and still not long to be around anyone. I think that if you wonder about other people's loneliness, or contemplate it at all, you've got a real leg up on being comfortable on your own.

Dana Spiotta

Sweetie, if love could take away sadness, I'd be the happiest woman on earth. Sometimes the sadness is so deep, we have to sift through all the layers before we can find it and send it packing. That's what I'm trying to do in this place. Find my sadness.

April Young Fritz

Mourn with those who are sorrowful.Be happy with those who are joyful.

Lailah Gifty Akita

They talk about prohibition in America. What can one do in a country such as that? 'What does one do in America when one is sad - without alcohol?' asks Zwonimir.

Joseph Roth

The deepest wretchedness often results from a perpetual continuation of petty trials.

L.G. Abell

I’ve created the most beautiful things out of my sadness.

Anonymous

Sometimesthe things that make you cryare more beautifulthan the thingsthat make you laugh.

Sanober Khan

I wish R.I.P meant Return If Possible...

A Friend of Yours

I said I love youwhen what I meant to say was"I’m afraid of being alone."I said I need youwhen what I meant to say was"I need to learn how to love myself.

Sade Andria Zabala

No, the sadness will soften, its edges will become less rough. In time missing him will be the way you love him.

M.J. Rose

...He was wrong about the sadness though: far better to have it when you're young. A sad pretty girl inspires the urge to console, unlike a sad old crone.

Margaret Atwood

A sweet slip of a girl like you, why should you have to know anything about the sorrow of the world? You just believe me when I tell you... there's no way to live your life to the full and not have a reason to shed a tear now and again. It's not a bad feeling, child. That's what a lament does. It makes you feel happy to be sad, in a strange way. D'you see?

Clive Barker

What a wonderful sadness to miss the one you have loved forever, it seems, and know that she is waiting at home.

Dan Groat

When a human being is born the first thing he does is crying.. The rest of his life he'll spend discovering why...

Erik Tanghe

Most of you have been where I am tonight. The crash site of unrequited love. You ask yourself, How did I get here? What was it about? Was it her smile? Was it the way she crossed her legs, the turn of her ankle, the poignant vulnerability of her slender wrists? What are these elusive and ephemeral things that ignite passion in the human heart? That's an age-old question. It's perfect food for thought on a bright midsummer's night.

Sybil Adelman

He felt, in a way so familiar as to be almost dreary, the chosen victim of the gods, the self-admitted traitor, the one destined for judgment.

Iris Murdoch

Sadness comes from expectations. To be happy, adapt to everything and expect nothing.

Debasish Mridha

The sad thing was in the knowing that all their nerve would get them nowhere in the world and that they were lost as all the people in Brooklyn seem lost when the day is nearly over and even though the sun is still bright, it is thin and doesn’t give you warmth when it shines on you.

Betty Smith

She resents the chipped paint of the table and the dingy closet they call a dressing room. (Dark City Lights)

Annette Meyers

There must be some atom of our life hidden here, lingering in this quiet somewhere.

Sonali Deraniyagala

It was quite a sad thing,the way I watched you sleep like nothing could go wrong and I did not want to harm it, I did not want to blur it, but how could I notwhen everything I’ve ever known has slowly gone away.

Charlotte Eriksson

There's her silence, loud as a roar, pulling at me like the greatest sadness ever, like I want to take it and press myself into it and just disappear forever down into nothing.What a relief that would feel like right now. What a blessed relief.

Patrick Ness

I kiss your tear-stained cheeks, tasting the saltiness of a hidden sea of sorrow.

John Mark Green

Do not think that I am not sad, though I laugh.

Bram Stoker

He knew too well the sting of loneliness and how over time it stole you away, piece by piece, until a mere shell remained.

Katherine McIntyre

The winds shook off in unison and yipped beneath the gleaming stars.She gave him her lips. They kissed.And she was in love with the thunder.

Ali Shaw

But there are not two laws, that was the next thing I thought I understood, not two laws, one for the healthy, another for the sick, but one only to which all must bow, rich and poor, young and old, happy and sad. He was eloquent. I pointed out that I was not sad. That was a mistake. Your papers, he said, I knew it a moment later. Not at all, I said, not at all. Your papers! he cried. Ah my papers.

Samuel Beckett

It was lonely to be so perfect in all respects.

Vann Chow

Do you found a new companion?after one day? one week? one month?congratulations, you was cheating on me !!

Nabil TOUSSI

It had been a month before then that I'd sat on the bathroom floor and now it was back, the feeling that I was watching life through a thick pane of glass and that, whatever was out there, I wasn't designed for it.

T.R. Richmond

I met death for the last time realizing that he, the creature I called, it because I did not want to believe came for me... Collecting.

Jessica Reader

September was a thirty-days long goodbye to summer, to the season that left everybody both happy and weary of the warm, humid weather and the exhausting but thrilling adventures. It didn't feel like fresh air either, it made me suffocate. It was like the days would be dragging some kind of sickness, one that we knew wouldn't last, but made us uncomfortable anyway. The atmosphere felt dusty and stifling.

Lea Malot

Some people tire me emotionally, not that they personally do anything to me, but their presence. Their presence sometimes is so heavy on the heart, and I just feel smothered by them.

Maisie16

Ever since the other boy had arrived half way through the semester, he'd been so blue, he was practically iridescent.

Lauren Groff

I'll love you even when I can't""I'll love you even when I shouldn't

Colleen Hoover

My beautiful swan. My savior and my undoing.

J.A. Redmerski

At times people who are extremely sad become lighthearted for the most trivial reasons, merely to obtain the relief furnished by the exactly opposite condition.

Naguib Mahfouz

To be a bear and love a she-bear, that would not be such a bad life, and would, at least, be a far better one than to keep his reason and his thoughts, with all the rest that made him human, and yet live on alone, unloved, in sadness.

Hermann Hesse

I wanted to cry so bad, but my tears are inside. A blindfold keeps them there. I can’t see today. Patti, I don’t know anything.

Patti Smith

My mother’s eyes were incomprehensible; they were dark stages where dimly seen mob scenes were staged and all one ever sensed was tumult and drama, and no matter how long one waited, the lights never went up and the scene never was explained.

Harold Brodkey

She's too sad to be beautiful. No one that sad can still be beautiful.

Paul Auster

The perennial sadness of a girl who is both death and the maiden.

Angela Carter

«I’ve never been to a funeral until today. I see dazzling arrangements of red, yellow, and purple flowers with long, green stems. I see a stained-glass window with a white dove, a yellow sun, a blue sky. I see a gold cross, standing tall, shiny, brilliant. And I see black. Black dresses. Black pants. Black shoes. Black bibles. Black is my favorite color. Jackson asked me about it one time.“Ava, why don’t you like pink? Or yellow? Or blue?” ”I love black,” I said. ”It suits me.” ”I suit you,” he said. I’m not so sure I love black anymore.And then, beyond the flowers, beneath the stained-glass window, beside the cross, I see the white casket. I see red, burning love disappear forever. As we pull away, my eyes stay glued to the casket. It’s proof that sometimes life does not go on. I look around. If tears could bring him back, there’d be enough to bring him back a hundred times. That’s not what I’m thinking. I’m thinking, I hate good-byes. It’s like I was a garden salad with a light vinaigrette, and Jackson was a platter of seafood Cajun pasta. Alone, we were good. Together, we were fantastic.Memories might keep him alive. But they might kill me.»

Lisa Schroeder

There lives a weeperin each of us-a silent mourner honoring our despairwhen our willingness slain by helplessness continues to resurrect to be slaughtered again

Munia Khan

Superstition, she said. Soup with a bonobo finger in it is supposed to make a pregnant woman give birth to a strong baby. Putting another finger in the bathwater keeps the baby strong. "I hope the stupid polio", I said, and surprised myself by even sort of meaning it. I kissed the top of the bonobo's head. I imagined him in his crate, crying against the bars, someone lifting him out only to chop off a finger. Plunging him back into the crate, then pulling him out a few days later to take another....

Eliot Schrefer

If Molly had not been so entirely loyal to her friend, she might havethought this constant brilliancy a little tiresome when brought intoevery-day life; it was not the sunshiny rest of a placid lake, it wasrather the glitter of the pieces of a broken mirror, which confusesand bewilders.

Elizabeth Gaskell

She rode toward the sunsetin her fathers worn down car.A breeze picked up strands of her hairthrough the open windowwhile a cigarette burned between her lips.He told her stories of honey and milkas he replaced the grass with mud.

Rebecca Rijsdijk

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