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When she woke up crying for one of her nightmares, the Kolker would stay with her, brush her hair with his hands, collect her tears in thimbles for her to drink the next morning (The only way to overcome sadness is to consume it, he said), and more than that: once her eyes closed and she fell back asleep, he was left to bear the insomnia. There was a complete transfer, like a speeding billiard ball colliding with a resting one. Should Brod feel depressed - she was always depressed - the Kolker would sit with her until he could convince her that it’s OK. It is. Really. And when she would move on with her day, he would stay behind, paralysed with a grief he couldn’t name and that wasn’t his. Should Brod become sick, it was the Kolker that would be bedridden by week’s end. Should Brod feel bored, knowing too many languages, too many facts, with too much knowledge to be happy, the Kolker would stay up all night studying her books, studying the pictures, so the next day he could try to make the kind of small talk that would please his young wife.
— Jonathan Safran Foer
He smiles sadly. "Now I know my destiny.""What is it?""This."He draws me in to him in a kiss. His lips are warm. He pulls me tighter in his embrace. The roots sigh and release their hold on my waist and the wound in my side is healed. "Kartik," I cry, kissing his cheeks. "It's let me go.""That's good," he says. He makes a small cry. His back arches, and every muscle in his body tightens.
— Libba Bray, The Sweet Far Thing
It wasn't the aloneness that Liz minded. It was the silence. It echoed.
— Amy Zhang
...sadness is a powerful foe, maybe harder to keep down than happiness...
— Katherine Hannigan, Ida B. . . and Her Plans to Maximize Fun, Avoid Disaster, and (Possibly) Save the World
There is often grief that comes with loving, Moshe. But it is worth it.
— Bodie Thoene, The Return to Zion
She thought of Henry and Diana on the stoop gazing at each other with the confusion and sadness of two puppies who have just stumbled into their first puddle and not yet come to understand what has happened to them and found that she wanted to lie extravagantly.
— Anna Godbersen, Envy
Success and failure can both make you lose appetite and concentration, don't let it bother or over-excite you, just think them away as a mere thing that had just happened, and get along with your life.
— Michael Bassey Johnson
if you love someone so much and they love you as the same dont let go of them fite for them showem how you true feel no lies no bs but if they are not worth it then leave and find your happiness
— Mike Radcliff Jr
Lebedev: A time has come of sorrow and sadness for you. Man, my dear friend, is like a samovar. It doesn't always stand on a shelf in the chill but sometimes they put hot coals in it and it goes psh... psh! This comparison is worthless but you won't think up a cleverer one.
— Anton Chekhov, Ivanov
He had the same look on his face that I had every day when I looked in the mirror. He was nothing more than a shell of a person.
— Amy Lichtenhan, Pulled
A mist is rolling over the fields. Why is a summer mist romantic and autumn mist just sad?
— Dodie Smith, I Capture the Castle
I gave up the unequal struggle against what appeared to be in my fate, indeed, I welcomed it with more affection. As one embraces a foe one can't defeat and I felt liberated.
— Alberto Moravia, The Woman of Rome
In every cloud, in every tree – filling the air at night, and caught by glimpses in every object, by day I am surrounded with her image! The most ordinary faces of men, and women – my own features mock me with a resemblance. The entire world is a dreadful collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her!
— Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights
Idyllic memories are merely a jeweled noose.
— Orlando Ricardo Menes
Cry as much as you want to, but make sure when you're finished, you never cry for the same reason again
— Wiz Khalifa
my life is just waiting for you to get started.
— Nina LaCour, Hold Still
I will do anything. Anything, Blaire, just to be near you. I can’t think about anything else. I can’t focus on anything. So never think you’re inconveniencing me. You need me, I’m there.
— Abbi Glines, Never Too Far
I continue to stare, my eyes missing nothing, remembering the moments we just shared together. But in all that time she does not look back, and I am haunted by the visions of her struggling with unseen enemies. I sit by the bedside with an aching back and start to cry as I pick up the notebook. Allie does not notice. I understand, for her mind is gone. A couple pages fall to the floor, and I bend over to pick them up. I am tired now, so I sit, alone and apart from my wife. And when the nurses come in they see two people they must comfort. A woman shaking in fear from demons in her mind, and the old man who loves her more deeply than life itself, crying softly in the corner, his face in his hands.
— Nicholas Sparks, The Notebook
Horror is a feeling that cannot last long; human nature is incapable of supporting it. Sadness, whether it be from bereavement, or disappointment, or misfortune of any kind may linger on through life
— James De Mille, A Strange Manuscript found in a Copper Cylinder
I am...sad and angry. Why is my spirit so sad and angry? I look back at my life and all I can remember is rage and rage and rage.
— Chris Adrian, The Children's Hospital
Stain my eyes as I may, on all sides all is black.
— Helen Hunt Jackson
Don't take in no strangers while I'm gone.She sighed deeply. They ain't a soul in this world but what is a stranger to me, she said.
— Cormac McCarthy, Outer Dark
There should be painless progression, attended by life and peace....Mortals will some day assert their freedom in the name of Almighty God....Dropping their present beliefs, they will recognize harmony and as the spiritual reality and discord as the material unreality. Chapter VII pp. 224 and 228 Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures
— Mary Baker Eddy
That’s what I’m trying, sir… getting my life.
— Faraaz Kazi
Is there anything sadder than the scrawniest little piece of uneaten chicken at a dinner party?”“Hmm,” said Jules. “Yes. The Holocaust.
— Meg Wolitzer, The Interestings
Back then, he'd have to leave at the end of August for the start of school, so the week before Labor Day became it's own tiny season of gloom, like a hundred Sunday nights crowded together.
— Charles Frazier
The last thing we wanted was for the Machiguenga to be sad again. Sadness appeared to bring out their violence.
— Tahir Shah, House of the Tiger King: The Quest for a Lost City
SOMETIMES WHAT WE WANT BUT CANT GET IT, EVEN WE DO NOT TRY TO GET IT. AT LAST WE SATISFIED JUST FAILURE.
— RUPEE
Zapped while zipping.
— Tim O'Brien, The Things They Carried
Like blood out of a wound, a keening wail rose from the bottom of my heart and ripped through the graveyard. I lowered my face to Hadassah's shoulder and went quietly and thoroughly to pieces.
— Angela Elwell Hunt, Magdalene
No one can please a man who is not at peace with himself.
— Bamigboye Olurotimi
Behind every sweet smile, there is a bitter sadness that no one can ever see and feel.
— 2Pac
I couldn't keep doing this to myself. One day, I was going to wake up and realize that, in my desperate escape from the pain in the present, I'd let the future pass me by.
— Aly Martinez, The Darkest Sunrise
There's a lot of beauty to be found in sadness and melancholia. One of the things that you find time and time again - not just with music, but with literature - is that things that appear to be quite depressing on the surface can ironically be very uplifting and touching to other people. When you hear something that really reminds you that you're not alone in feeling sad, depressed, melancholic, angry - I think that can actually be a very cathartic experience.
— Steven Wilson
Oh on my breast in days hereafterLight the earth should lie,Such weight to bear is now the air,So heavy hangs the sky.(Additional Poems, X)
— A.E. Housman, The Collected Poems of A.E. Housman
They are nothing but a broken bones crawling in the shadow of the past.
— Bilal
When you're young, you long for things that don't exist; and when you're old, you're sad because you never found them.
— Marty Rubin
No, I mean really listen. Here's a story, and you don't have to visit manyhouses to find it. One person is talking,the other one is not really listening.someone can look like they are but they'reactually thinking about something they want to say, or their minds are justwandering. Or they're looking at thatlittle box people hold in their hands thesedays. And people get discouraged, so theyquit trying. And the very quiet people,you may have noticed, are often the sadpeople.
— Mary Oliver, Dog Songs
Look, everyone mourns at their own pace. Maybe you're just a little bit ahead of her, but she'll get to you eventually. The important thing is that you keep trying to talk to each other, even if it's difficult at first. It gets easier. I promise.
— Sarah Dessen, The Truth About Forever
He reminded her of the way male lions look sad, as if their nobility is a terrible weight.
— Elizabeth Kostova, The Shadow Land
Before the house-maid had lit the fire the next day, or the sun gained any power over the cold, gloomy morning in January, Marianne, only half dressed, was kneeling against one of the window-seats for the sake of all the little light she could command from it, and writing as fast as a continual flow of tears would permit her.
— Jane Austen, Sense And Sensibility
I'm not capable of being casual with you, Lily.
— Colleen Hoover, It Ends with Us
He celebrated his solitude with a frown.
— R.J.  Lawrence, The Xactilias Project
Be gentle,always delicatewith every soulyou meet,for every single morningyou wake up,there is someoneWishing,silentlyand secretly,that theyhad not.
— Tyler Knott Gregson, Chasers of the Light: Poems from the Typewriter Series
For once, the tears wouldn't come. She saw that Michael might have been right. It really could be too cold to snow.
— Anne Tyler, The Amateur Marriage
The sea, he thought, had treasured it's memories deeper than the faithless land.
— F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise
Photos which captures human sadness are the noblest and the most meaningful of all the photos!
— Mehmet Murat ildan
I did not know what to say to him. I felt awkward and blundering. I did not know how I could reach him, where I could overtake him and go on hand in hand with him once more.
— Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince
When Cash woke up, he knew immediately something was wrong. Even without looking, he knew; Harper was gone, and the space she’d left in the bed ached like a missing limb.
— Summer Hines, Some Things Stay With You: A Windswept Wyoming Romance
Sadness was a very heavy thing. My body weighed twice what it had only a moment earlier.
— Arthur Golden, Memoirs of a Geisha
When Jean and his mother left Etreuilles, Monsieur Sureau had gathered for them great boxfuls of hawthorn and of snowballs which Madame Santeuil had not the courage to refuse. But, as soon as Jean's uncle had gone home, she threw them away, saying that they already had more than enough in the way of luggage. And then Jean cried because he had been separated from the darling creatures which he would have liked to take with him to Paris, and because of his mother's naughtiness.
— Marcel Proust, Jean Santeuil
Sadness had reigned in undisputed sovereignty over his shadowed childhood.
— Marcel Proust, Jean Santeuil
Today my uncle died.and i am not feeling sad because he is dead.i am sad about that i can never see him alive again in my whole life.
— Sher E Yazdan
One way or another, we’re all prisoners.
— Eliza Granville, Gretel and the Dark
It’s true: A slice of pound cake does wonders to thaw the coldest of days.
— Sasha Martin, Life from Scratch: A Memoir of Food, Family, and Forgiveness
Love will not come to me again. I’ll vegetate like a plant in a cellar, without light.
— Eliza Granville, Gretel and the Dark
Please don't tell me not to be sad. I know you don't like to see me hurting, but my sadness is mine to feel, not yours to heal. Let me be sad. It will pass in its own time. It always does.
— Scott Stabile
Heartache is my constant companion, and we’re perfect for one another. Two co-dependent peas in a pod. My past and my future.
— T.L. Martin, Touched by Death
She felt her in her heart all the time now, yearning for her lost love and lamenting for past mistakes. The Lady’s grief was overwhelming sometimes, making Sofia sad for no reason at all, especially at night when the world around her grew quiet and there were no distractions.
— Effrosyni Moschoudi, The Flow (book 2)
I lied!' I spat my whisper at him. 'I knew you read my journal. I knew you read my dreams. I wrote there what I thought would hurt you most! I lied to hurt you. For letting him be dead while you lived. For being loved by him more than he loved me!' I took a breath. 'He loved you more than he ever loved any of the rest of us!
— Robin Hobb, Assassin's Fate
Some part of me knew that was important. That once it would have mattered terribly to me.
— Robin Hobb, Assassin's Fate
For he was the Fool now, all of Lord Chance and Lady Amber and Lord Golden scraped away by sorrow. He was no one's Beloved now.
— Robin Hobb, Assassin's Fate
We weep,tears of blood,we weep,In despair, crying,we weep;the sun forever has stolenthe light from his eyes.No more his face do we see,no more his voice do we hear,nor will his affectionate gazewatch over his people.
— Jane Bierhorst, In the Trail of the Wind: American Indian Poems and Ritual Orations
Life is not steady, you'll be happy at times, sad at time's, all we have to do is be patient, for a moment of happiness is worth a thousand moments of sadness and dread.
— Maitha Alshamsi
Every moment you are separated from love it makes it so much harder to remember why a heart was shared
— Bluenscottish
Thinking about sadness and loneliness, and what it means to be sad, how to live with it, walk through it and grow from it. There is a loneliness in sadness that one can find distractions to escape, but at the end of the day, there it is again. So, how to embrace that loneliness, and trust the uncertainty of tomorrow and the next days, weeks, and months? Loneliness seems like a constantly expanding universe and the sadness is like a sheer veil surrounding it. The two work hand in hand, and there is only one way to navigate; go deep into oneself, as no one else has the map. None of this is a terrible thing; sadness adds rich meaningful layers into life, painful as it is, and loneliness is only a state of mind. Profound changes can come from living your sadness, feeling it completely, and housing it in solitude. The day will come when one emerges, brave and beautiful.
— Riitta Klint
Sometimes things have to get worse before they get better.
— Shannon Messenger, Lodestar
She cries quietly, her shoulders heaving up and down, not the kind of loud sobbing that the women Chika knows do, the kind that screams Hold me and comfort me because I cannot deal with this alone. The woman's crying is private, as though she is carrying out a necessary ritual that involves no one else.
— Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, The Thing Around Your Neck
One day you look in the mirror and you see your parents' sadness in your eyes.
— Hannah Lillith Assadi, Sonora
I lit a cigarette. 'Go ahead, take a smoke,' my father said. 'It won't kill you. Only sadness will.
— Hannah Lillith Assadi, Sonora
For the first time in years, she felt the deep sadness of exile, knowing that she was alone here, an outsider, and too alert to the ironies, the niceties, the manners, and indeed, the morals to be able to participate.
— Colm Tóibín
I have always wanted to go to Trieste because it sounds like tristesse, which is a light-hearted word, even though in French it means sadness. In Spanish it is tristeza, which is heavier than French sadness, more of a groan than a whisper.
— Deborah Levy, Hot Milk
Sadness at that age had the pleasing texture of imprisonment: you reared and sulked against the bonds of parents and school and age, things that kept you from the certain happiness that awaited. When I was a sophomore in college, I had a boyfriend who spoke breathlessly of running away to Mexico - it didn't occur to me that we could no longer run away from home.
— Emma Cline, The Girls
It ate at whatever was warm nearby, and then the coldness settled in permanently. You learned to live with it
— David Guterson, Snow Falling on Cedars
Everyone experiences the feelings of sadness and loneliness. We might rue our lack of companionship, but some people present a desperate need for aloneness. Being alone allows a person to think, imagine, and take in nature. Because being alone is essential for specific human actions, similar to all other aspects of life, it is a gift.
— Kilroy J. Oldster
For a brokenhearted person memories are the vital parts of misery
— Munia Khan
I almost wish I hadn't met him. How am I supposed to go back to my old life, my days stretching out before me with unending and brutal sameness? How am I supposed to go back to being The Girl Who Reads?
— Nicola Yoon, Everything, Everything
Every heart has a layer of sadness, whether deeply buried or covering the surface for all to see.
— Richelle E. Goodrich, Slaying Dragons
Sadness is like sandpaper; it rubs at our sharper edges, softening and humbling us, making us ready for a coat of compassion.
— Richelle E. Goodrich, Slaying Dragons
Whenever I feel sad, I just take out my phone and listen to her laughter recorded in my online messenger.
— Avijeet Das
Until there is no longer the possibility of sadness, of isolation, there can be no gravity. We all float by, rootless, taking clumsy astronaut steps and calling it progress.
— Meg Wolitzer, Sleepwalking
How it feels like to be normal
— J. Limbu
The thing about people though, I think, is that our hearts tend to do a great job holding on to the horrible stuff and a horrible job holding on to the good. Or at least we're like that until we learn how to not be like that.
— Kevin Breel, Boy Meets Depression: Or Life Sucks and Then You Live
The sky was so blue I couldn’t look at it because it made me sad, swelling tears in my eyes and they dripped quietly on the floor as I got on with my day. I tried to keep my focus, ticked off the to-do list, did my chores. Packed orders, wrote emails, paid bills and rewrote stories,but the panic kept growing, exploding in my chest. Tears falling on the desktick tick tickme not making a soundand some days I just don't know what to do. Where to go or who to see and I try to be gentle, soft and kind,but anxiety eats you up and I just want to be fine.
— Charlotte Eriksson
Hate is a place where a man who can't stand sadness goes
— Kentaro Miura
I think it's the curse of being creative , sadness is always your pal.
— Amy Fernandes
Prim... Rue... aren't they the very reason I have to try to fight? Because what has been done to them is so wrong, so beyond justification, so evil that there is no choice? Because no one had the right to treat them as they have been treated? Yes. This is the thing to remember when fear threatens to swallow me up.
— Suzanne Collins, Catching Fire
If it had attempted to strengthen then I still receive, but if that had been repeated to make me give up. So I gave up.
— Uray Indira
In reality, I'm happy without you and I'm less free with your presence.
— Uray Indira
The last thing I remember ia an exquisitely beautiful green and silver moth landing on the curve of my wrist. The sound of rain on the roof of our house gently pulls me toward consciousness. I fight to return to sleep though, wrapped in a warm cocoon of blankets, safe at home. I'm vaguely aware that my head aches. Possibly I have the flu and this is why I'm allowed to stay in bed, even though I can tell I've been asleep a long time. My mother's hand strokes my cheek and I don't push is away as I would in wakefulness, never wanting her to know how much I crave that gentle touch. How much I miss her even though I still don't trust her. Then there's a voice, the wrong voice, not my mother's and i'm scared.
— Suzanne Collins, The Hunger Games
You can't remain in a state of sheer panic and terror indefinitely, and both had run their course. Ever since, I've thought that must be why we cry: our bodies are coping with something our minds and hearts can't absorb by themselves.
— Saroo Brierley
He may have been the wind, a caress, or a ghost, invading others' most precious convictions and still haunting mine like a ruthless despot. If he desired an empire, he achieved it with me, for I would carve out every skin in my body and hand it over as states to his greater nation.
— Jeni Dhodary, Jesus of Suburbia
He appeared into the scene like an otherworldly being, providing no indication nor declaration. He did not even issue a warning of what his presence would entail. He may have been the wind, a caress, or a ghost, invading others' most precious convictions and still haunting mine like a ruthless despot.
— Jeni Dhodary, Jesus of Suburbia
Your love is a kind place, and I don't deserve to stay.
— J. Limbu, Anemone: The Windflower
Life is such a strange thing, she thinks, once she has stopped laughing. Even after certain things have happened to them, no matter how awful the experience, people still go on eating and drinking, going to the toilet and washing themselves - living, in other words. And sometimes they even laugh out loud. And they probably have these same thoughts, too, and when they do it must make them cheerlessly recall all the sadness they'd briefly managed to forget.
— Han Kang, The Vegetarian
I can’t look people in the eye and tell them that they’re going to die anymore.
— Rebecca McNutt, Perfect Little Angel: A Short Story
No one wants to occupy a black hole of sadness and despair or slip on the tight rope that separates sanity from insanity, and reside in a vortex devoid of reality. I entered the world as a freeman and desire to escape a state of existential vertigo. I yearn to discover a synthesizing spirit of my being and hold my head high, free of doubt, and devoid of fear. I wish to foment the cerebral energy to stave off premature destruction and forevermore blunt an intolerable state of anguish.
— Kilroy J. Oldster, Dead Toad Scrolls
Neither can you explain yourself to me. Nor can I explain myself to you. You have your sadness and I have mine.
— Avijeet Das
Biting his lip, blinking against fresh tears, Kien smoothed Ela's dark tangled hair, then dared another look at her face. So serene. Beautiful beneath the dried trails of blood. What had she suffered? Brave little prophet.  He whispered, "I love you!" Always.
— R.J. Larson, Judge
A life of conflict and greediness causes a person to suffer from the rheumatism of sadness.
— Kilroy J. Oldster, Dead Toad Scrolls
We lay on our backs, looking at the ceiling and wondering what God had wrought when He made life so sad. We made vague plans to meet in Frisco.
— Jack Kerouac, On the Road
As awful as he could be, I always knew he loved me in a way no one else ever had.
— Jeannette Walls, The Glass Castle
Heartbreak might be a fact but you don't have to be a victim to it
— Luschka van Onselen, Parenting In Tough Times
It's the darkness of life. The light is here one day and gone the next. Only the fortunate get to take the light for granted. Only the sun is here today and tomorrow. Life and everything else is perishable. Sadness is nothing but a realizationof that impermanence. The expression of our fragility and mortality.-- Here Tomorrow
— Kaleb Kilton
For love, we live For love, we dieFor love, we dream and get ready to be lied
— Yarro Rai
I never seemed to learn from joy
—  I earned my portion of wisdom through sadness.
Last day I saw him human, he was sad about the world.
— Aimee Bender, The Girl in the Flammable Skirt
A sad soul needs an infinite horizon which can throw all his sorrow into the silence of the eternal emptiness!
— Mehmet Murat ildan
So full. Full of lobster meat and the sadness of the lobster meat. Full of the feeling of having cracked hundreds upon hundreds of precious shells. Full of the sound and the sight of destruction, the lobsters dead in a pile, some of them with lipstick marks on their empty husks. Their voices piled up on one another. I felt a whispering coming from deep within my belly, the voices not yet at rest, and they said in a tone sympathetic and unsympathetic at the same time, Next Next Next. 'Well,' I said, 'what do we do next?' 'Lobster dinner?' he asked, chuckling a little as if I ought to be chuckling with him as well.
— Alexandra Kleeman, Intimations: Stories
The Sad Boy Ay, his old mother was a glad one.And his poor old father was a mad one.The two begot this sad one.Alas for the single shoeThe Sad Boy pulled out of the rank green pond,Fishing for fairiesOn the prankish adviceOf two disagreeable lovers of small boys.Pity the unfortunate Sad BoyWith a single magic shoeAnd a pair of feetAnd an extra footWith no shoe for it.This was how the terrible hopping beganThat wore the Sad Boy thin and throughTo his only shoeAnd started the great fright in the provinces above BrentWhere the Sad Boy became half of himselfTo match the beautiful bootHe had dripped from the green pond.Wherever he went weeping and hoppingAnd stamping and sobbing,Pounding a whole earth into a half-heaven,Things split where he stoodInto the left side for the left magic,Into no side for the missing right boot.Mercy be to the Sad BoyScamping exasperatedAfter a wide bootTo double the magicOf a limping foot.Mercy to the melancholy folkOn the Sad Boy's right.It was not for want of wanderingHe lost the left boot tooAnd the knowledge of his left side,But because one awful SundayThis dear boy dislimbedWent back to the old pondTo fish up another shoeAnd was quickly (being too light for his line)Fished in.Gracious how he kicks nowAll the little ripples up!The quiet population of Brent has settled down,And the perfect surface of the famous pondIs slightly pocked, marked with three signs,For visitors come to fish for souvenirs,Where the Sad Boy went inAnd his glad mother and his mad father after him.
— Laura Riding Jackson, The Poems of Laura Riding: A Newly Revised Edition of the 1938/1980 Collection
He was a small, chubby little man with a perpetual air of sadness about him, making him look like a baby that has dropped its rattle.
— Marion Chesney, The Ghost and Lady Alice
I am not sad because I do not have you, I am sad because I don't have love.
— Pushpa Rana, Just the Way I Feel
I said nothing. Deep inside of me, my voice screamed from a hole where I had buried it
— Vaddey Ratner, In the Shadow of the Banyan
I've never been the most important person to anybody - not even myself.
— Ranata Suzuki
He loved her. And she loved him. And in such bliss does devastation grow.
— Roshani Chokshi, The Star-Touched Queen
Fireheart, why do you cry?""Because I am lost. And do not know the way
— Sarah J. Maas
I've never been the most important thing to anybody - not even myself.
— Ranata Suzuki
Very happy or unhappy, people disappear.
— Amanda Craig, A Vicious Circle
I left smiles on your wordless lipsThe night roads- dismal and narrow,dream’s path remains shadowy wideas our lone hearts felt that arrowFrom the Poem 'My Tomorrow
— Munia Khan, To Evince the Blue
The lonely? Where's that from?Sadness' best friend. Sadness broughtit along and I couldn't turn it away, soI let it multiply in my pulse instead.
— Darshana Suresh, Howling at the Moon
The doctor was a frequent visitor at Miss Trumball's establishment, preferring it to the Lanchester house, whose girls had a saturnine disposition in his opinion, as if imported from Maine or other gloom-loving provinces.
— Colson Whitehead, The Underground Railroad
I don't know, where i am goingBut i know, i am on my wayI don't know, what i am doingBut i know, it is rightI don't know , what i seeBut i know, it is beautifulI don't know, what i hearBut i know, it is sweetI don't know, who i amBut i know, i am nothing
— Aamir Sarfraz (aamir rajput khan)
I wasn’t built for this,” he yelled. “Look at me. You know it’s true.” And for the first time, maybe ever, he didn’t sound cool. He sounded a little panicked. And a little angry. “I don’t want to love someone so much that they take up all my head, all my space. If I knew I was going to feel this way about you, I would have left a long time ago, while I still could.
— Rainbow Rowell, Attachments
When I was a girl, my life was music that was always getting louder. Everything moved me. A dog following a stranger. That made me feel so much. A calendar that showed the wrong month. I could have cried over it. I did. Where the smoke from the chimney ended. How an overturned bottle rested at the edge of a table. I spent my life learning to feel less. Every day I felt less. Is that growing old? Or is it something worse? You cannot protect yourself from sadness without protecting yourself from happiness.
— Jonathan Safran Foer
Once I was everything, now I'm nothing.You won't only doubt yourself, you doubt life.
— Maite
Where did you get your sadness from? I picked it up on the side of the road. Itwas bleeding and scratched and keeninglike a mangled thing, but it looked toobeautiful for me to just walk away.
— Darshana Suresh, Howling at the Moon
Silent tears are the worst. It's the sign of a broken spirit. No sound, no residual emotions... just tears. Silent, unstoppable tears.
— N.R. Walker, Spencer Cohen, Book Two
In that silence, I dream to be.
— Khadija Rupa, Unexpressed Feelings
There is a sad end I used to liveeven before I knewthis is how I was meant to begin.
— Khadija Rupa, Unexpressed Feelings
realy i wish i knew me better. you knew that feel when you are motionless and your fear entwined with your regret ? a feeling of sadness, repentance, or disappointment over something that has happened or been done, i realy want to tell you how do i feel inside, but this feeling in me it sends me to 7 sky high, i always tried to hold it on, it makes me feel so strong after, may i look weirdo,i've been thinking too much and i've been asking and talking to myself like that "its there any point in making plans?
— Marouane LAASSAFAR
Thinking is a personalized activity that can lead us into a state of happiness or cause us to be sad. Who we are becomes a product of how we think. What we think about and how we integrate knowledge into a comprehensive schema regulates our evolving self-identity. The precision of the human mind and the interplay between cognitive thinking and reactive emotions plays a central role in self-identity.
— Kilroy J. Oldster, Dead Toad Scrolls
Nothing in my life has ever felt so good yet it hurt so achingly bad.
— Colleen Hoover, Maybe Someday
Paige had a sadness that was so desperate that it could not yet turn into anger.
— Gabby Bess, Alone with Other People
While you are laughing madly, There is someone crying inside you
— Hilal Hamdaan
No one else, but the silence of the night cried with me
— Hilal Hamdaan
Sometimes to stay alive, you gotta kill your mind.
— Twenty one pilots
Only now, standing with him, I realized it wouldn’t be enough. It would only hurt more now, knowing exactly what I could never have again. I would never make love with Seth again, never have these intimate moments of comfort and rapport. He wasn’t mine anymore. He never could be again.
— Richelle Mead, Succubus Heat
Must it so be that whatever makes man happy must later become the source of his misery?
— Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
If you are happy with your present time, you will look at your past with happy eyes even if you have had a sad past!
— Mehmet Murat ildan
For a while she cried silently until she tired herself out and the overwhelming feeling of sleepiness overcame her. The room around her was fairly silent, although she wasn’t the only one crying herself to sleep. It was quite common at places like this to hear cries in the dark. There were so many saddened and lonesome souls around her. It was usually at night when they were reminded of just how sad and lonely they actually were.
— Jason Medina, No Hope for the Hopeless at Kings Park
Sing of disappointments more repeated than the batter of the sea, of lives embittered by resentments so ubiquitous the ocean’s salt seems thinly shaken, of letdowns local as the sofa where I copped my freshman’s feel, of failures as frequent as first love, first nights, last stands; do not warble of arms or adventurous deeds or shepherds playing on their private fifes, or of civil war or monarchies at swords; consider rather the slightly squinkered clerk, the soul which has become as shabby and soiled in its seat as worn-out underwear, a life lit like a lonely room and run like a laddered stocking.
— William H. Gass, The Tunnel
An unholy altered state of mindStalking with intent from behindThe needless lonely empty timeThat’s filled my life- that’s so unkind
— Vin Romano
You want to believe you're not the saddest person in the world.
— Megan Miranda
He strode with the weight of robbed innocence and a stolen childhood, for a life time of pain and anger, of terror and death."- Frank Balenger
— David Morrell, Creepers
His blank face communicated an emptiness that could never be filled"- Frank Balenger
— David Morrell, Creepers
Worship is basically adoration, and we adore only what delights us. There is no such thing as sad adoration or unhappy praise.
— John Crowder, The Ecstasy of Loving God
The face of poverty is a mixture of sincerity and sadness!
— Mehmet Murat ildan
An indescribable sadness emanated from the white splendour of the staircase and balustrade; the blood-red, now almost black splendour of the carpets. The huge palms in their huge pots looked like they had recently arrived from the cemetery. Their dark green leaves also looked blackish, like wizened, perished weapons from olden days.
— Joseph Roth, The Tale of the 1002nd Night
Somehow, the more I get older, and the more I see of people and sadness and illness and everything, the sorrier I get for everyone.
— Agatha Christie, Murder in Mesopotamia
Sometimes I hear the echo of your voice in an empty hall and it reminds me that you're gone.
— Sylvain Reynard
I’m not weeping, I’m not complaining,Happiness is not for me.
— Anna Akhmatova, The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova
Maybe there in a set amount of crying your body needs to deal with any trauma. There’s a certain water-level of tears you need to shed until you can find acceptance or move on or whatever. And, if you don’t cry them out, they just catch up with you.
— Holly Bourne, How Hard Can Love Be?
You loved me.”It wasn’t a question, but he answered it readily. “I do. More than life. My heart. I didn’t just pick a sweet turn of phrase to name you, but spoke from my soul when I named you thus. Without my heart I couldn’t live. And I couldn’t breathe without you.”“Are you a man who has more than one heart?”“Nay. Only this one. But it’s bitter and dark now from the pain I’ve brought you.
— Karen Marie Moning, Beyond the Highland Mist
Maybe the only thing that lasts is our memories of each other...
— Sylvain Reynard
It was the ghetto. I had seen them before from the high altitude of one who could look down and pity. Now I belonged here and the view was different. A first glance told it all. Here it was pennies and clutter and spittle on the curb... Here was the indefinable stink of despair. Here modesty was the luxury. People struggled for it... Here sensuality was escape, proof of manhood for people who could prove it no other way... Here hips drew the eye and flirted with the eye and caused the eye to lust or laugh. It was better to look at hips than at the ghetto.
— John Howard Griffin, Black Like Me
It was the first time that he'd cried in a very long time. All of his emotions poured out now, in a great rush of release: it was sadness tinged with bitterness, but mostly an intensely deep feeling of loss.
— EXO Books, The Last Day of Captain Lincoln
I was depressed. I guess I still am
— EXO Books, The Last Day of Captain Lincoln
the world had ended, so why had the battle not ceased
— J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows
Magic. I draw with silver and it turns red.
— Anonymous
The true moments of one's life were sadder for the fact that they must always be synchronized with the ordinary: with rail timetables, with breaks in traffic.
— Chris Cleave, Everyone Brave is Forgiven
Legacy. What is a legacy?It’s planting seeds in a garden you never get to see.
— hamilton musical
Who hasn't walked through a life of small tragedies?
— Jacqueline Woodson, Another Brooklyn
Its not just your truth, Its my bad too...
— Ar Rohit bhardwaj
Sometimes, it feels like we will stop breathing when we are forced to let go. Like the very oxygen that lifted us up has brought us down again. The days drag on and your heart barely beats. Sadness fills your days and hardly a smile comes to your face.Then, all of a sudden, you gasp as if you have just reemerged from almost drowning. You draw in a breath from deep down inside of you and you begin to slowly live again.
— Donna Donnelly
There was sadness in everything—in the room, in the ringing bird-calls from the garden, in the lit, golden lawn beyond the window, with its single miraculous cherry-tree breaking in immaculate blossom and tossing long foamy sprays against the sky. She was sad to the verge of tears, and yet the sorrow was rich—a suffocating joy.
— Rosamond Lehmann, Dusty Answer
I'm so sorry," he whispered to her, knowing she couldn't hear. "I'm so sorry."Her mouth moved, working to speak, and he leaned in to make out what she was trying to say."Me...too," she whispered. "i only ever... cared for..."And then Thomas was being dragged away from her. He didn't have the energy or will to fight it. She was gone.
— James Dashner, The Death Cure
He finally pulled it all back into his heart, sucking in the painful tide of his misery.
— James Dashner, The Maze Runner
​Sebastian: By your patience, no. My stars shine darkly over me; the malignancy of my fate might, perhaps, distemper yours; therefore I shall carve of you your leave that I may bear my evils alone. It were a bad recompense for your love to lay any of them on you.
— William Shakespeare
without room for improvement, where would we have our purpose, if I had all that I wanted, I would have to lose increments to give myself the purpose to obtain again, without goals, without the challenge what are they? Maybe rising to meet the maintenance, learning new things, stepping out of comfort zones, accomplishing new goals, facing new challenges is a part of what happiness is about... others deserve their right to live inalienably, but i feel like I deserve my right to suffer.
— Marouane LAASSAFAR
We live in a terrible world, "happiness" is defined by how lucky you are in society, let me say this; out of life experiences spanning throughout my 19-20 years of my life, I learned that life is unfair, but ironically, every time I TRY to do something right, it gets spit back in my f###### face. In short, even though it may sound depressing or negative, in life, it is desperately not fair, nothing will be happy or normal and if something happens that you thought shouldn't or cant, it's going to happen anyway, the truth is the truth, and the truth hurts, deal with it, and sometimes nothing will ever get better from there ever again, deal with it.
— C.J. Butler
And she knew that this was the thing that would harm Dionne in the end, not her foolishness but the foolhardy way in which she clung to her own terrible ideas. She knew that this was Avril's undoing, not that she'd made the wrong choices, but that she'd been so unwilling to let anyone in to see the lie of her marriage, this masking was worse than the original mistake. Sixty-three years on this earth has taught Hyacinth that it wasn't so much the mistakes that people made but how flexible they were in the aftermath that made all the difference in how their lives turned out. It was the women who held too tightly to the dream of their husband's fidelity who unraveled, the parents who clasped their children too close who lost them, the me who grieved too deeply the lives they'd wanted and would never have who saw their sadness consume them. Hyacinth worried about Dionne because of her hard way of being in the world, the way she could only see the world through the lens of her own flawed feelings.
— Naomi Jackson, The Star Side of Bird Hill
It doesn't matter if you never see someone again, I told myself. There are millions of people in the world, and most of them never see each other in the first place.
— Lemony Snicket, Why Is This Night Different from All Other Nights?
Through this evening of sentences cut short because their completed meaning was always sorrow, of normal life dissolved to tears, the chords of Beethoven sounded serenely.
— Rebecca West, The Return of the Soldier
A life premised upon honest effort and questing for love is bound to generate regret and remorse.
— Kilroy J. Oldster, Dead Toad Scrolls
Regret comes in four tones that operate in unison to shape our lives. First, we regret the life that we lived, the decisions we made, the words we said in anger, and enduring the shame wrought from experiencing painful failures in work and love. Secondly, we regret the life we did not live, the opportunities missed, the adventures postponed indefinitely, and the failure to become someone else other than whom we now are. American author Shannon L. Alder said, ‘One of the greatest regrets in life is being what others would want you to be, rather than being yourself.’ Third, we regret that parts of our life are over; we hang onto nostalgic feelings for the past. When we were young and happy, everything was new, and we had not yet encountered hardship. As we age and encounter painful setbacks, we experience disillusionment and can no longer envision a joyous future. Fourth, we experience bitterness because the world did not prove to be what we hoped or expected it would be.
— Kilroy J. Oldster, Dead Toad Scrolls
A man who under the influence of mental pain or unbearably oppressive suffering sends a bullet through his own head is called a suicide; but for those who give freedom to their pitiful, soul-debasing passions in the holy days of spring and youth there is no name in man's vocabulary. After the bullet follows the peace of the grave: ruined youth is followed by years of grief and painful recollections. He who has profaned his spring will understand the present condition of my soul. I am not yet old, or grey, but I no longer live. Psychiaters tell us that a solider, who was wounded at Waterloo, went mad, and afterwards assured everybody - and believed it himself - that he had died at Waterloo, and that what was now considered to be him was only his shadow, a reflection of the past. I am now experiencing something resembling this semi-death..
— Anton Chekhov, The Shooting Party
A clean house is a sad house.
— Marty Rubin
Did we salivate for sadness, or had we only learned to enjoy what we were forced to eat?
— Viet Thanh Nguyen, The Sympathizer
Murder can sometimes seem justified, but it is murder all the same. You are truthful and clear-minded--face the truth, mademoiselle! Your friend died in the last resort, because she had not the courage to live. We may sympathize with her. We may pity her. But the fact remains--the act was hers--not another.
— Agatha Christie, Murder in the Mews
You are not forever in the dark. Look up. There's the Light.
— Mac Canoza
I'm so ugly,” she whispers through sobs.It throws me because that couldn't be further from the truth. “You're beautiful,” I tell her. “Not on the inside where it counts. My insides are dirty and ugly.” I brush her tears away and look into her eyes. “Then you don't see the parts that I do.
— Ashley Jade, Blame It on the Shame
And then they bid their final goodbye which marked the end of their story. And beginning of two new stories.
— Crestless Wave
I [Jacob Hunt, Aspie] see it as the next step of evolution: I cannot take away your sadness, so why should I acknowledge it?
— Jodi Picoult, House Rules
Everything she heard, everything she saw seemed to be in disagreement with her own manner of understanding and feeling. To her, the sun did not appear red enough, the nights pale enough, the skies deep enough. Her fleeting conception of things and beings condemned her fatally to a perversion of her senses, to vagaries of the spirit and left her nothing but the torment of an unachieved longing, the torture of unfulfilled desires.
— Octave Mirbeau, Le Calvaire
Tell me you love me Emma. Even if you don't mean it."-Julian Blackthorn
— Cassandra Clare, Lady Midnight
I watched her on the stand in that unfamiliar suit and thought of the soft hairs at the back of her neck, warm and smelling of the sun, and it seemed an impossible thing to me, it seemed the vastest and saddest miracle of my life: I touched her hair, once.
— Tana French, In the Woods
It's a sadness that has been knocking at my door for a long time, and I finally let it in.
— Francisco X. Stork, The Memory of Light
Remembering that moment stirs something inside -- anger, at first, and then a deep, hollow sadness that ripples through me in its own spiderweb pattern.
— Jeff Garvin, Symptoms of Being Human
For me, my haters are not the ones who I have done wrong with, but the ones I have fought for.
— Tara Estacaan
People should never sit alone for too long when they're crying.
— Dalai Lama XIV
Happy people do not wake up for breakfast.
— Tetiana Liubetska
And, as I lie in bed that night looking out into the starless sky, I think about that shadow on my guardian's face. The sadness has been there since the day I met Sidney Grice and I cannot imagine it will ever go away.
— M.R.C. Kasasian, Death Descends on Saturn Villa
Crying. Milo was crying. It was a soft, muffled sound, but Jason's ears were quite powerful and the house was otherwise quiet. It sounded something like sobs and something like a dog's throat-whine. Aw. Hell.
— Eli Easton, How to Wish Upon a Star
There is no point in delaying crying. Sadness is like having a vicious alligator around. You can ignore it for only so long before it begins devouring things and you have to pay attention.
— Lemony Snicket, Why Is This Night Different from All Other Nights?
Eventually I confess to a friend some details about my weeping—its intensity, its frequency. She says (kindly) that she thinks we sometimes weep in front of a mirror not to inflame self-pity, but because we want to feel witnessed in our despair.
— Maggie Nelson, Bluets
She wasn't sad. Not sad, more like... empty.
— Cecilia Ekbäck, Wolf Winter
I was desperate to discover what nothing felt like. It was the absence of something that attracted me. It was the start. Everything important originated with nothingness.
— Augusten Burroughs
He tried not to cry as he wondered if he would ever have a home again.
— KayeC Jones, Mason the Mutt
92. Eventually I confess to a friend some details about my weeping—its intensity, its frequency. She says (kindly) that she thinks we sometimes weep in front of a mirror not to inflame self-pity, but because we want to feel witnessed in our despair.
— Maggie Nelson, Bluets
I wanted to go to him to save me, but he was the one who broke me this time.
— Nikki Rowe
Deep sadness is an artist of powers that affects people in different ways. To one it comes like the stroke of an arrow, shocking all the emotions to a sharper life. To another, it comes as the blow of a crushing strike.
— Ambrose Bierce, The Boarded Window
She touched her fingertip to his wet face and brought away a tear. Amazed, he did the same. He tasted this river his own eyes had rained."It tastes of salt!" he exclaimed. "It tastes like the sea!""Mine too!" she laughed through her own tears, and he touched and tasted hers as well. "It's as if humans kept a sign of the mother sea in ourselves, a secret token of grief or gladness.
— Robin Morgan
Everyone has it's own great triumph, has he own story with sadness, madness and reverses. That's how we are build, few are the people which share their story, most cases because of shame.
— Deyth Banger
Being alone is blissful when you want to...It's terrible when you are forced to..!
— Aanu
I used to think that the worst thing in life was to end up alone. It’s not. The worst thing in life is to end up with people who make you feel alone.
— Robin Williams
It’s one thing when you lose a friend or when your friends become enemies, but it’s the worst when friends become strangers,
— Hayley Williams