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When they are gay, the waves echo their gaiety; but when they are sad, then every breaker, as it rolls, seems to bring additional sadness, and to speak to us of hopelessness and of the pettiness of all our joys.
— Emmuska Orczy
It seems to me that very sad things always contain an element of the comical
— Haruki Murakami, Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman
I read differently now, more painstakingly, knowing I am probably revisiting the books I love for the last time. (245)
— Nicole Krauss, Great House
This position I've held ... it pays may way and it corrodes my soul.
— Morrissey
And he isn't crying for her, not for his grandma, he's crying for himself: that he: too, is going to die one day. And before that his friends wil die, and the friends of his friends, and, as time passes, the children of his friends, and, if his fate is truly bitter, his own children. (58)
— Nicole Krauss, Great House
I don't want Church to be like all those dead pets! she burst out, suddenly tearful and furious. I don't want Church to ever be dead! He's my cat! He's not God's cat! Let God have all the damn old cats He wants, and kill them all! Church is mine!
— Stephen King
As Ganin looked up at the skeletal roof in the ethereal sky he realized with merciless clarity that his affair with Mary was ended forever. It had lasted no more than four days—four days which were perhaps the happiest days of his life. But now he had exhausted his memories, was sated by them, and the image of Mary, together with that of the old dying poet, now remained in the house of ghosts, which itself was already a memory
— Vladimir Nabokov
Life Teaches You Several Things,It says 'Hi' & Gives You 'Good',It Says 'Hello' & Gives you 'Better',It says ''Wait" & Gives You "The Best
— Pritam Ganguly
As I studied the remians of book pages, scatered among the ashes, my heart sank.
— Julie Kagawa, The Immortal Rules
What happend to her? To Miranda?'Ulysses shrugged. 'What happens to most children. She got sick, and never got better.''And your wife?''The same.''But you said you were married,' said Will, glancing down at Ulysses's ring, smooth and lustrous in the half-light.'I'll always be married. But it'll be the next world when I see her again.
— Cameron Stracher, The Water Wars
If you have heard a Jewish cantor sing, if he has touched you and made your own sorrow seem trivial when compared with his, you will know my feeling when I follow the curves of her profile, like mobile rivers, to their common delta.
— Jean Toomer, Cane
Robot. Is. Sad. Because silly bitch. Will. Not. Dance.
— Libba Bray
The earth's orbit didn't slow down. The world didn't stop falling. Slowly, very, very slowly, Michael started to sink to his knees.
— B.R. Collins, The Traitor Game
And now he was dead, his soul fled down to the Sunless Country and his body lying cold in the cold mud, somewhere in the city's wake.
— Philip Reeve, Mortal Engines
We may not be a great power anymore, we may be into you for sixty-five trillion yuan-pegged, but we're not afraid to use our troops if our spades act up, so watch out, or we'll go fucking nuclear on your yellow asses if you try to cash in your chips.
— Gary Shteyngart, Super Sad True Love Story
He's an artist in London. We don't see him much."Tom gave him one of his quick, considering glances and asked, "Doesn't he live with you?""No," said Indigo, finally saying out loud what he had known now for a long, long time. "Not really. Not anymore.
— Hilary McKay
Glinda waved dismissively. Then she tucked her hand against her mouth and bit her knuckles. It was hard to tell if her pretty ways were studied or innate.  "Oh, oh," she managed, "I don't know that I'll see you again- and you remind me so of her.
— Gregory Maguire, Son of a Witch
Did you bite someone?' Jack enquired.'I laughed at people, which is much worse. My laughter has sharper teeth than any dog. It tears people apart who wish to be taken seriously, but I could not help myself. There were many complaints and finally a man in a brown suit came and looked at me. He was very important and not used to being laughed at, but I could see he had dandruff on his collar, and there was a spot of his breakfast egg on his lapel. You should have seen him - so puffed up and proud of himself. I couldn't help but laugh and that made people see him as I did, and so they laughed too. All of a sudden everyone realised that for all his status in official matters, he was a man who lived alone and was loveless.
— Isobelle Carmody, Greylands
Finally- no more ruddy show for the folks back home. No pretending it's all beer and skittles and no one ever gets hurt.- Phoenix and Ashes
— Mercedes Lacky
between the disfigurement and the muzzle, it's nearly impossible to catch what she's saying. Always, though, while tripping and stumbling to the music, she looks out into her audience and tells the story about her mother. Most people laugh and yell for her to lift her skirts, but every so often she'll spot someone weeping and swear they can understand her every word.
— David Sedaris, Squirrel Seeks Chipmunk: A Modest Bestiary
The humiliation of growing up a Jew in the Soviet Union, of cleaning piss-stained bathrooms in the States, of worshiping a country that would collapse as simply and inelegantly as the one he had abandoned.
— Gary Shteyngart, Super Sad True Love Story
Later: Woke up at 3:00 am and crept into Davids room. I talked to David about the ghost who came to live in his body, the sad soul who was taken back into the earth.David’s trophies are dusty again.
— Kelly Easton, The Life History of a Star
Packed up the Dylan and the Man Ray and the JoyceI left a note that said well I guess I got no choiceScuse me girl while I'm kicking it to the curbLeaving with all I need but less than I deserve
— Walter Becker
When they'd first come out in the morning, a single flounder lay flapping and puffing in the breezeway, one sad, swollen eye looking back toward the sea.
— Dennis Lehane
And the next day the gondolier came with a train of other gondoliers, all decked in their holiday garb, and on his gondola sat Angela, happy, and blushing at her happiness. Then he and she entered the house in which I dwelt, and came into my room (and it was strange indeed, after so many years of inversion, to see her with her head above her feet!), and then she wished me happiness and a speedy restoration to good health (which could never be); and I in broken words and with tears in my eyes, gave her the little silver crucifix that had stood by my bed or my table for so many years. And Angela took it reverently, and crossed herself, and kissed it, and so departed with her delighted husband.And as I heard the song of the gondoliers as they went their way--the song dying away in the distance as the shadows of the sundown closed around me--I felt that they were singing the requiem of the only love that had ever entered my heart.
— W.S. Gilbert
Another of them died last night. His body was in the bazaar this morning. It lay, with a collecting bowl at its feet, on the charpoy that is reserved for those who die without money or family to bury them. He looked desiccated and his skin had the sheen and color of the dates we eat to break our fast. There are new bodies on that charpoy every week. 
— Louise Brown, The Dancing Girls of Lahore: Selling Love and Saving Dreams in Pakistan's Pleasure District
It is sad to love and be unloved, but sadder still to be unable to love.
— Maurice Maeterlinck, Maurice Maeterlinck - Wisdom and Destiny, & The Wrack of the Storm
It’s almost funny, in a tragic way, that the fiery thing at the center of my universe did die and that I, a girl whose name is synonymous with summer, am expected to live without it.
— Emily Henry, A Million Junes
I am wretched. Destitute.
— M.L. Rio
I wasn’t dying alone. My beloved was dying with me.
— Jannat Bhat, Love REVISITED
Show me all your sides, dive with me to your deepest points and guide me to your Everest. I'll always adore the way you are yourself, so don't tell me being sad makes me unhappy or love you less.
— Wouter Van Gastel
If I wanted to consume something that looks and tastes like dirt, I’d eat dirt,” I said, “at least dirt isn’t overpriced."~Beans~
— Garrison Kelly
There is no worse sorrow than remembering happiness in the day of sorrow.
— Alfred de Musset
Yay, science.
— Nicola Yoon, The Sun Is Also a Star
It is a sad state of affairs in the USA that for the sick and the poor that jail offers better benefits than the freedom of no healthcare, bills that cannot be paid and starvation.
— Steven Magee
I part my lips, but no words come out. I want to cry. Want to beg. Want to scream. But mostly, I want to hold him until I know he’s going to be okay. Then I want him to hold me until I’m okay, too.
— T.L. Martin, Touched by Death
The first one is always the hardest.
— Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Princess
But no, now I see I never meant to Ben what Ben meant to me. If there was anything I said which resonated in return, he found a better speech elsewhere. My romance went no further than his coat.
— Sara Baume, A Line Made by Walking
Furthermore, I refuse to wear a burqa. Of all the burdens they've put on us, that's the most degrading. The Shirt of Nessus woudn't do as much damage to my dignity as that wretched getup. It cancels my face and takes away my identity and turns me into an object. Here, at least, I'm me Zunaira, Mohsen Ramat's wife, age thirty-two, former magistrate, dismissed by obscurantists without a hearing and without compensation, but with enough self-respect left to brush my hair every day and pay attention to my clothes. If I put that damned veil on, I'm neither a human being nor an animal, I'm just an affront, a disgrace, a blemish that has to be hidden. That's too hard to deal with. Especially for someone who was a lawyer, who worked for women's rights. Please, I don't want you to think for a minute that I'm putting on some sort of act. I'd like to, you know, but unfortunately my heart's not in it anymore. Don't ask me to give up my name, my features, the color of my eyes, and the shape of my lips so I can take a walk through squalor and desolation. Don't ask me to become something less than a shadow, an anonymus thing rustling around in a hostile place.
— Yasmina Khadra, Swallows of Kabul
once you're gone, you made me feel nothing as if you were my emotions and you took it away from me.
— Fatma Alfalasi
All I need is you even if I don't know if I can't have you.
— Fatma Alfalasi
[Jack:] 'I was twenty-four when I met Walker. Do you know I've never lived alone? I'm forty-four years old and I've never lived alone. The first few weeks Walker was gone, I didn't know what to do with myself. I'd stay in the store until late, pick up some takeout, and just watch television until I fell asleep.'[... Melody:] 'Sounds kind of great right
— Cynthia D'Aprix Sweeney, The Nest
Fireworks can make us both happy and sad. It just depends if we are talking about fireworks in the sky or fireworks with another.
— Anthony T. Hincks
But during those two months of fog . . . the saddest and the heaviest thing was to stand beside the sea. To be upon the beach yourself, and see the long waves coming in; to know that they are long waves, but only see a piece of them. And to hear them lifting roundly, swelling over smooth green rocks, plashing down in the hollow corners, but bearing on all the same as ever, soft and sleek and sorrowful, till their little noise is over.
— R.D. Blackmore, Lorna Doone
I feel like crying. There's something so sad about broken concrete.
— Scarlett Thomas, The End of Mr. Y
We are nothing without them, our scars and our blemishes. Take away our delusional smiles if you must, snatch away our illusory happiness if you must, but please leave us our flaws for we do not wish to exist without them.
— Shruti Upadhaya, White Noise
If you want to feel youthful...pink's your color.If you want to feel old...then it's blue rinse for you.If you want to feel sad...try a dark blue.If you want to say something cheerful...then it's yellow.If you want to say something racey...then it's red for sure.If you've lost your temper...then it's black as your heart.And if you want to be normal...well the only color which will show all of you is rainbow.
— Anthony T. Hincks
Remember, Pia," he whispers. "Perfect is as perfect does.
— Jessica Khoury, Origin
That boy never seemed to smile and he wore long sleeves year-round, and I was not so different from him—we were both unable to get near the real life in life.
— Catherine Lacey, Nobody Is Ever Missing
No amount of sleep will ever satisfy the tiredness i always feel.
— Unknown
People aren´t born sad.We make them that way.
— Nikita Gill
I hope when this is done I'll be able to get back into my happy gardening vibe that was so healthy for me. I want to go back to my routine and my morning ritual with the compost, but it will probably be that my life will split in two. New Leaf Gardening in Wood Green will be happening in parallel to a fantasy that runs along the bottom of that screen like a ticker. Alice will be fine. Rabbit will stay up tonight, and every night. Resending and resending, reopening the page to see if she has responded, if anyone has. The spinning wheel will make my eyes hurt and everything else will go dark.
— Olivia Sudjic, Sympathy
I wasn't always who I am now. No one ever is. I've spent my entire lifetime becoming who I am. Finally, I'm here and I'm old. It's depressing, it really is.
— Derek Landy, Dark Days
I can say infinite for you to stay, but sadly it only took one from you to break us away and us separate ways
— Lost
The world pushes us with no mercy and when some push back the world points and cries EVIL
— Mewtwo
This is not a book about race, though the disproportionate number of those who fell that day were black, and certain racial themes are unavoidable. It is not a book that sets out to compare the United States unfavorably with Britain, though it is written by a Briton to whom gun culture is alien. Finally, it is not a book about gun control; it is a book made possible by the absence of gun control.
— Gary Younge
You should be with a nice human boy. One who takes your orders and puts up with your demands. Someone who dedicates his life to keeping you safe and well fed. Someone who can make you happy. Someone you can be proud of.
— Susan Ee, End of Days
Well, then, what's the plan now? You can't stay here forever.'My plan was indeed to stay there forever.
— Olivia Sudjic, Sympathy
What he had remembered was to tuck among his changes of clothes one of Regan's framed photographs of the four of them from a few summers back, at Lake Winnipesaukee. He set it up on the nightstand, as if he might swim down into the past, where nothing could go wrong.
— Garth Risk Hallberg, City on Fire
femelu could not understand this, her mother’s ability to tell herself stories about her reality that did not even resemble her reality
— Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Americanah
It is very sad to see children live like orphans whilst their parents are still alive. After all, children need the constant love of parents.
— Gift Gugu Mona
The GameToday i want to play a game,you'll win if you can guess my name,I am the one who hide behind shadows,Behind my smile i hide my deepest sorrows,I am the one who wants to be loved,But can't overcome the memories of once beloved,I am the one who hear voices and see faces,find a friend who love and actually cares,I am the one who spent his life in illusion,Believing that everything happens for a reason,I am the one who is scared of happiness,Because of that i never lived in fullness,I am the one who lost the meaning of life,There is no motivation which can thrive,I am the one who failed a lot,All the lessons i remember is what life taught,I am the one people love his silence,Ignoring the pain adoring his patience,Look at me one more time and guess my name,you'll win if you can guess my name
— Ratish Edwards
Her father kneels and unclasps the urn. Above the waves she falls graceful as snow, my sister, my Sonora.
— Hannah Lillith Assadi, Sonora
Was she Minh Thuy, finally, or was she Jenny? But the time when there had been a meaningful difference between the two would come to seem like a tiny neighborhood where you couldn't decide which house was yours. Which felt important when you were high above, you thought, in the foothills, but not so much at the truer remove of a continent, where the lives you'd lived and the places you'd come from, dwindled to a single point on the horizon, in the incorrigibly distant past.
— Garth Risk Hallberg, City on Fire
I never thought a little time and space would turn into miles and worlds apart
— Anonymous
Wasn't much of a life anyway. Wasn't much of a brain.""But didn't you say you were satisfied with your life?""Word games," I dismissed. "Every army needs a flag.
— Haruki Murakami, Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World
No weight in her pockets and far too much heaviness in her heart.
— Amy Harmon, From Sand and Ash
Beloved mother and wife. Without you, all the light is gone.
— Ali Standish, The Ethan I Was Before
We do crazy shit because we're broken.
— Catherine Ryan Hyde, The Year of My Miraculous Reappearance
its impossible to forget when you try to...
— Sushant Singh
Against the subtle cries of nature, I found peace. I found home. I found the past and the future strung into a present that demanded to be lived.
— Jeni Dhodary, Jesus of Suburbia
from the day you left I should've seen that life wasn't all its cracked up to be
— Toni Blackburn
When you're emotionally weak, but psychically smiling. When you want to be loved but can't be loved. When you try to feel special, but realize you're just one out of many. When you cry about every little obstacle and disappointment. But hey I'm fine
— Maite
And to the little Squirrel who lived in the fir-tree, and was lonely, he said, 'Where is my mother?' And the Squirrel answered, 'Thou hast slain mine. Dost thou seek to slay thine also?
— Oscar Wilde, The Star-Child and Other Tales
Everybody wants their own little place in the world. And maybe mine is here… Loving you from a distance…
— Ranata Suzuki
I will tell you a story, one I used to tell to a little boy with dark hair. A silent boy who rarely laughs, who listened more closely than I realized. A boy who had a name and not a title
— Leigh Bardugo, Ruin and Rising
I am metaphysical being, mystical and emotional, skeptical and cynical, happy and boisterous, loud and bawdy, quiet and melancholy, tender and cruel, full of mirth and despair. Inherent inconsistences mark me as part of nature, which is neither cruel nor fair, or reliable or predictable.
— Kilroy J. Oldster, Dead Toad Scrolls
There are so many different kinds of ghosts.
— John Darnielle, Wolf in White Van
And then I went back into my room, locked into a sequence as perfect as a pattern, and I sat down on my great rock throne, invisible to the outside world but palpable beneath me, and from how my face felt I thought maybe I was crying, either because I didn’t want to do this or because I did, it was hard to tell and anyway I never would, who would believe me in either case and who would be there to believe me in all cases, it was a puzzle, I had yet to learn the way of the jigsaw, and so I positioned the rifle beneath my chin, it feels cold, like an actual thing in the actual present physical world, OK, there it is, I am here now, and then I lay down on my belly and listened to the rising squall beyond the door.
— John Darnielle, Wolf in White Van
Once a partner has begun to lose interest, there is apparently little the other can do to arrest the process. Like seduction, withdrawal suffers under a blanket of reticence. The very breakdown of communication is hard to discuss, unless both parties have a desire to see it restored. This leaves the lover in a desperate situation. Honest dialogue seems to produce only irritation and smothers love in the attempt to revive it. Desperate to woo the partner back at any cost, the lover might at this point be tempted to turn to romantic terrorism, the product of irredeemable situations, a gamut of tricks (sulking, jealousy, guilt) that attempt to force the partner to return love, by blowing up (in fits of tears, rage or otherwise) in front of the loved one. The terroristic partner knows he cannot realistically hope to see his love reciprocated, but the futility of something is not always (in love or in politics) a sufficient argument against it. Certain things are said not because they will be heard, but because it is important to speak.
— Alain de Botton, On Love
She's hiding and no one else sees. She's dying and no one else notices.
— J.R. Johansson, Cut Me Free
Love is like a magic trickYou know you are getting fooled, but still, you stand in lineAnd pay to see it again and again.
— Yarro Rai
Lucas heard a strange sound, something he hadn’t heard in months. At first it didn’t seem real, it was something distant from the past. It was the first time in nearly a year he had heard himself laugh, and it momentarily stunned him
— Mark A. Cooper, The Edelweiss Express
We want to be special for being important. But, sometimes... We become important for being special.
— Abdur-Rehman Qadeer
But space shrinks when you get old, and things lose their wonder, and the wisest thing to do then is to try your best to sleep.
— Dexter Palmer, The Dream of Perpetual Motion
She said that everything that disappeared from our side went over to theirs, where they kept living normal lives, waiting for the things still lingering with us to join them, and make the world whole once more.
— Alexandra Kleeman, Intimations: Stories
Clem rubbed at her face with her cuff and gave a quick, rueful smile. 'It's just so sad. It's the umpteenth time I've read it, and I will always think it will have a different ending. But it never does.
— Anna Hope
Lorraine once told me, smile big when you’re sad. Smile big when you’re happy. Smile big when you’re bored. Because regardless how you feel, your face could use a stretch.
— Marley Jacobs, Goodnight, Nic
Further to this, Ove has the cat's resentful stares to contend with. Something in its eyes reminds him of the way Sonja used to look at him.
— Fredrik Backman
She felt sad, but she hadn't cried all day. She thought that crying would actually be a good thing right now. It seemed normal to react. Whoever Martin had been, he had probably been a normal person. He was probably having a normal reaction right now, and she had caused it. She felt bad for confusing him. She thought it might be fair to cry for him. But it wasn’t until she thought of the mother cows in the pasture the day after the weaning, wandering around singly in the naked sunshine, still trying to call out in their hoarse, broken voices for the young ones that were still missing, that she was finally able to make herself cry—a little bit for all of the calves, but mostly for herself.
— Alexandra Kleeman, Intimations: Stories
If you sing a song, you never be sad.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
And as Sean climbs into bed and closes his eyes, Mother comes, riding astride a lion the size of a house, blowing a clarion from a horn made out of a hollowed-out elephant's tusk. Her eyes have a faint crimson glow from the lasers that are mounted behind her irises, ready to fire at will.'I touched a prince's chest today and made his heart stop,' she says. 'I'll do it again if I have to: they'll see what happens if anyone gets in my way. Good night, my son. Remember that I will always keep you safe; that I am always everywhere and always here.''Good night, Mom,' Sean says, and falls asleep.And Mother recedes, wise and beautiful and strong, a genius and a hero, a punisher of thieves and a slayer of wicked men, to watch over her son in all her different versions.
— Dexter Palmer, Version Control
The more she talked that way, the worse I felt. She highlighted my awkwardness, my lack of knowledge about the right things to say and do. I was a blundering adolescent in her eyes, and she was trying to let me down easy.
— Daniel Keyes, Flowers for Algernon
I gulped and remained silent, a tear streamed down my face as I looked away, hoping she didn’t notice.
— Emily  Williams, Letters to Eloise
A shadow has no relativeshe is universally orphan
— Yarro Rai
A sad tale's best for winter: I have one of sprites and goblins.
— William Shakespeare, The Winter's Tale
The dead still come to me every now and then. But the lulls between are getting smaller. They are finding me somehow. I tell them why they can’t move on. I listen to their lives and talk to them if they need it. I still draw their portraits in my sketchbook, with their stories. I put Mary Summer in there too. Someone should remember.
— B.L. Brunnemer, Trying To Live With The Dead
Saul had gained his six-foot frame at sixteen, but his muscles didn’t arrive until his early twenties. Between those lost years, he was a gangly, uncoordinated klutz. He was told that he could improve his dancing by watching himself in the mirror. He tried. What he saw was so repulsive that he resolved never to inflict himself on a dance partner.	These days, Saul hid those memories behind weight lifting and jogging. His new athletic physique hid his aimless decade as an outsider, an odd and lonely kid--as he remembered it.
— Michael Benzehabe
No sound, once made, is ever truly lost. In electric clouds, all are safely trapped, and with a touch, if we find them, we can recapture those echoes of sad, forgotten wars, long summers, and sweet autumns.
— Ray Bradbury, Now and Forever
I had seen the few things I cared about forget me seamlessly. I had seen the life I never really fit into heal up around my absence like a wound scabbed over.
— Alexandra Kleeman, You Too Can Have a Body Like Mine
To me, I see scars of courage. Inflicting them gave him the strength to survive the pain that's plagued him all his life. I'm grateful to every one of them because he's still here, with me.
— Nicola Haken, Broken
In MoonlightNoSoft sweet paw on my cheekNoFur curled under my chinJustA sad space left behind - Gray cat gone away. [Ellie's poem]
— Patricia MacLachlan, The Poet's Dog
I've lived a life of unfinished things.
— Dorothy Kunhardt
I guess somethings turned out too sad even to be explained with a bases-loaded strikeout.
— Ava Dellaira, Love Letters to the Dead
Boo and I walked up the steps to the porch. His fingers found the doorknob. He gently released my hand, opened the door, enter inside, and shut the door behind him. I never saw him again.
— Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird
I was recently inside a hospital that had gone wireless and it was a forest of microwave antennas! It is sad that the medical profession is in the process of becoming expert on microwave radiation sickness due to willfully inducing it into their own staff!
— Steven Magee
That beautiful day passed just as the saddest ones do, since the most radiant of days has a tomorrow.
— Thérèse de Lisieux, Story of a Soul: The Autobiography of St. Therese of Lisieux
I was so happy … before.’ ‘I find that happiness can always be recollected in tranquillity, Ma’am,’ said Melbourne. Victoria put her hands down and looked up at him, her pale blue eyes searching his face. ‘You were happy too?’When Melbourne spoke, it was in the voice not of the urbane Prime Minister, but of a man of advancing years who is facing the loss of the only thing that is still capable of bringing him joy. ‘You know I was, Ma’am.
— Daisy Goodwin, Victoria
They make me...they make me think of being stuck somewhere? I don't know, like weighted down, but then these patches...
— Kathleen Glasgow, Girl in Pieces
Ghost towns filled with sad people who settled for what life offered them. The road unfurls before us. Everything is possible. I feel sick to my stomach.
— Pete Wentz
The black clouds and the white clouds,Black means rain White means no rainToday it was different,It rained despite of white clouds.And nobody got wet.
— Bikash  Chaurasiya
Out on the lawn, Bunny had just knocked Henry's ball about seventy feet outside the court. There was a ragged burst of laughter; faint, but clear, it floated back across the evening air. That laughter haunts me still.
— Donna Tartt, The Secret History
A fearful sob suddenly rises in my throat as I think of what it will be like without her, to not have her warm chest to lie against, to not have her kind face to look into, lost in a darkness without a mother to turn to and her here, daughterless.
— Annie Fisher, The Greater Picture
Funny thing about the monster.The worse he treats you, the more you love him.
— Ellen Hopkins, Crank
There are people in the world that believe in God and those who don't. I wonder how the ones without God can live.
— Gigi
The Boy in the Striped Pajamas - too sad story. This book is very good and sad
— John Boyne, El niño con el pijama de rayas
But Phoebe loved her mother best as she was now, wistful, out-of-step, her laugh tinged always with sadness, as if things were only funny in spite of themselves.
— Jennifer Egan, The Invisible Circus
RSL has more star-liners than any other company, and covers every commercial route in known space. Demeter is one of the biggest, carrying up to 4500 passengers and crew at any single point on its never-ending, circular cruise around the Terran Empire. And me? Where do I fit in? My name is Sean Lange, and you will probably have never heard of me. It’s sad somehow, I always wanted to leave some kind of a legacy in this life, and perhaps to be remembered. Instead, circumstances have arranged it so that this is probably the last time I will ever use that name.
— Christina Engela, Space Vacation
I remember the stink of corruption. It had a kind of sweetness to it, a sweetness that'd make you want to hurl.
— Mark Lawrence
I dreamt of paradise for long,Kept my patience intact,But when sourness hit the bong,I couldn't bear the fact.The sky has its limit,So do I,Hold back and sit,It's always been a bye.The touch of reality,Never touched you,It's been my fantasy,Waiting in the queue.Differences are many,Likenesses are few,Something so uncanny,Always existed in my hue.Deep into the vault,I will bury,This everlasting cult,Not in hurry,Not in fury.
— Bikash  Chaurasiya
If his surroundings could have reflected the feelings inside him, the pictures would have been screaming in pain.
— J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix
There are many sadnesses in the hearts of men who are far away from their countries.
— Alexander McCall Smith, The No. 1 Ladies' Detective Agency
we were never here nor there, never allowed to be happy or allowed to be sad.Darkness and light, black and white, good and evil. Memories and new experiences were polar opposites requiring the same host: you.
— Katia Lief, Watch You Die
I know you worry that you experience the world differently than regular people. But.. No two people ever view the world from exactly the same perspective, understand things the same way, human or not. The best... The best... The best we can ever do is try.
— Debra Driza, MILA 2.0
I would choose to live a century in a dark room instead of hanging out with fake friends.
— Sher E Yazdan
I always thought I wasn't afraid to die. No... no one is afraid of death itself. Your pain and suffering is over in an instant. What really makes me suffer... Is seeing you crying over me... From the darkness of the Milky Way.I'm sorry... Please don't make that face. You look best shdn you're smiling, you know.
— Inio Asano, Solanin
That long sigh again, above us. This time I saw it, moving through the branches. Like the trees were listening; like they would've been sad about us, sad for us, only they'd heard it all so many thousand times before.
— Tana French, The Secret Place
My brain refused to move past the pain, as if it had been filled to the max and needed to be emptied.
— Sue Whitaker, Remember Remember 2nd Edition
I tried to fight the panic and force it back down to where it had come from.
— Sue Whitaker
I thought doctors were supposed to make you better not worse!
— Sue Whitaker, Remember Remember 2nd Edition
I was trying to work out who I was.
— Sue Whitaker, Remember Remember 2nd Edition
It is my last night here, and I suddenly feel quite tearful, sitting up in my usual window.
— Ellen Emerson White, Voyage on the Great Titanic: The Diary of Margaret Ann Brady, R.M.S. Titanic, 1912
The lines of her face, turned up to the sky, would have broken your heart.
— Tana French, The Secret Place
Nehemia was gone. That vibrant, fierce, loving soul; the princess who had been called the Light of Eyllwe; the woman who had been a beacon of hope—just like that, as if she were no more than a wisp of candlelight, she was gone.When it had mattered most Celaena hadn't been there.Nehemia was gone.
— Sarah J. Maas, Crown of Midnight
Just as the desperate, terminally ill cancer patient often turns to expensive placebos for an imaginary chance at more life, the desperate, terminally alive sad people turn to expensive placebos for a chance to imagine a decent life.
— Sarah Perry, Every Cradle is a Grave: Rethinking the Ethics of Birth and Suicide
I wish I had a hundred years," she said, very quietly. "A hundred years I could give to you.
— Patrick Ness, A Monster Calls
Hi, I'm Day. Hi, I'm June.
— Marie Lu, Champion
London is not a good place to be when you are sad: so crowded it makes you feel lonely.
— Moe Cidaly
She leaned against the stone wall of the narrow landing, a hand on her thundering heart. It was the smart thing to do, the right thing to do. She had survived this long, and would only survive the road ahead if she continued to be unnoticed, reliable, quiet. But she did't want to be unnoticed—not with him, not forever.He made her want to laugh and sing and shake the world with her voice.
— Sarah J. Maas, Heir of Fire
He thought to himself, I’ll never be this perfect again, an idea that made him sad.
— Edmund White, Our Young Man
Pets reflect you like mirrors. When you are happy, you can see your dog smiling and when you are sad, your cat cries.
— Munia Khan
It's sad to see just how many people are lonely together.
— Wordions
Those who live in retirement, whose lives have fallen amid the seclusion of schools or of other walled-in and guarded dwellings, are liable to be suddenly and for a long while dropped out of the memory of their friends, the denizens of a freer world. Unaccountably, perhaps, and close upon some space of unusually frequent intercourse—some congeries of rather exciting little circumstances, whose natural sequel would rather seem to be the quickening than the suspension of communication—there falls a stilly pause, a wordless silence, a long blank of oblivion. Unbroken always is this blank; alike entire and unexplained. The letter, the message once frequent, are cut off; the visit, formerly periodical, ceases to occur; the book, paper, or other token that indicated remembrance, comes no more.Always there are excellent reasons for these lapses, if the hermit but knew them. Though he is stagnant in his cell, his connections without are whirling in the very vortex of life. That void interval which passes for him so slowly that the very clocks seem at a stand, and the wingless hours plod by in the likeness of tired tramps prone to rest at milestones—that same interval, perhaps, teems with events, and pants with hurry for his friends.The hermit—if he be a sensible hermit—will swallow his own thoughts, and lock up his own emotions during these weeks of inward winter. He will know that Destiny designed him to imitate, on occasion, the dormouse, and he will be conformable: make a tidy ball of himself, creep into a hole of life's wall, and submit decently to the drift which blows in and soon blocks him up, preserving him in ice for the season.Let him say, "It is quite right: it ought to be so, since so it is." And, perhaps, one day his snow-sepulchre will open, spring's softness will return, the sun and south-wind will reach him; the budding of hedges, and carolling of birds and singing of liberated streams will call him to kindly resurrection. Perhaps this may be the case, perhaps not: the frost may get into his heart and never thaw more; when spring comes, a crow or a pie may pick out of the wall only his dormouse-bones. Well, even in that case, all will be right: it is to be supposed he knew from the first he was mortal, and must one day go the way of all flesh, As well soon as syne.
— Charlotte Brontë
It seems so simple now, but it took me a long time to figure out that happiness is experienced when we finally give ourselves permission to let go of the things that make us sad.
— Steve Maraboli
She rose too, not as if to meet him or to flee from him, but quietly, as though the worst of the task were done and she had only to wait; so quietly that, as he came close, her outstretched hands acted not as a check but as a guide to him.
— Edith Wharton, The Age of Innocence
No, everybody's gotta learn, nobody's born knowin'. That Walter's as smart as he can be, he just gets held back sometimes because he has to stay out and help his daddy. Nothin's wrong with him. Naw, Jem, I think there's just one kind of folks. Folks." .... "That's what I thought too," he said at last, "when I was your age. If there's just one kind of folks, why can't they get along with each other? If they're all alike, why do they go out of their way to despise each other? Scout, I think I'm beginning to understand why Boo Radley's stayed shut up in the house all this time . . . it's because he wants to stay inside.
— Harper Lee, To Kill A Mockingbird: Harper Lee -- Book Summary And Analysis!
Never underestimate love, as you need estimate to underestimate.
— Rushabh Patel
I'm not about love, but in this moment, I wish that I were.
— Brenna Yovanoff, The Space Between
And I didn't think even eternity would be long enough to fix me.
— Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury
People are not rain or snow or autumn leaves
—  they do not look beautiful when they fall.
Alone in my bedroom, I realized I couldn't remember the last time I'd truly laughed.
— Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury
That sad sinking feeling you get when you don't fit in even with other autistics
— TinaJ. Richardson
It's sad that we get attached to the way certain people abuse us. It took me a long time and a lot of heartache to realize that it's okay to miss someone, but not want them back.
— Steve Maraboli
Approaching the Start of Civil ExamsPerhaps I was once a young Chinese scholarapproaching the start of civil exams,my mind grown weary and sad from seclusionwith books on syntax and poetic style.All that I knew were the mist-covered mountainsand sweet white blossoms of mountain applesthat grew in the valleys of my province.But I had been gone over six yearsbusy with studies in the Heavenly Cityempty and thin despite my work.I showed my verses to an older poetwho told me a truth I longed to believe:all knowledge is futile and barrenwhich does not open the love of your friends.
— Jim Chapson
Mr.Holmes is another sad work unfortunately.
— Deyth Banger
You know, when you're young, you have moments of such happiness, you think you're living in someplace magical, like Atlantis must have been. Then we grow up, and our hearts break in two."Ted Brautigan, Hearts in Atlantis
— Deyth Banger
My phone rang, and although it wasn't a sinister time of night, and although nothing had happened that I would later see as foreshadowing, I knew, I knew.
— Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life
I'm not going to lie to you and say it gets easier, because it doesn't. It's just that you get used to it. The human animal has an amazing capacity to get used to almost anything.
— Andrea Speed, Infected: Life After Death
It's a good story,' he said. He even grinned at me. 'I'll tell you.''Please,' I said.And then he did.
— Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life
He had never done it before, and so he had no real understanding of how slow, and sad, and difficult it was to end a friendship.
— Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life
When you get abandoned by someone, that's the moment when you've truly lost faith in them.
— Nicholas    Murray, Element Punk, Vol. 1: Enter: Katashi Hiromasa
One last song. One last turn. One last street. no matter how hard you try to keep hold of a day, it's going to leave you
— David Levithan, Another Day
The sad part is that you love her.... and she didn't love you back.
— -Joshua Pallarca
I didn't know if I was unhappy. I felt too miserable to be unhappy.
— Charles Bukowski, Ham on Rye
It was then that I realized. There are a thousand ways to break a girl...but it only takes one to kill her. -Alyssa 'Blame It on the Pain
— Ashley Jade, Blame It on the Pain
We came to the street light in the corner, and I wondered how many times Dill stood there hugging the fat pole, watching, waiting, hoping. I wondered how many times Jem and I had made this journey, but I entered the Radley front gate for the seecond time in my life. Boo and I walked up the steps to the porch. His fingers found the doorknob. He gently released my hand, opened the door, enter inside, and shut the door behind him. I never saw him again.Neighbors bring food with death and flowers with sickness and little things in between. Boo was our neighbor. He gave us two soap dolls, a broken watch and chain, a pair of good-luck pennies, and our lives. But neighbors give in return. We never put back into the tree what we took out of it: w had given him nothing, and it made me sad.
— Harper Lee
It doesn't need to be happy so to be interesting, there are outside sad stories which are also interesting... if you know what's about overall..., know the ending... don't you want to understand why??? By going deeper and deeper!?
— Deyth Banger
The problem with life—with a lot of things—was randomness was responsible for so many things.
— Andrea Speed, Infected: Freefall
They would never have demanded he be like them
—  they hardly wanted to be themselves.
When you're feeling down...SmileStand tall, shoulder backCompliment someoneHelp someone in a big or small wayListen to musicClean your spacePlan your dayDo what your brain tells you can’t or shouldn’tPray (or meditate) with a focus on gratitudeBreathe
— Charles F. Glassman, Brain Drain   The Breakthrough That Will Change Your Life
GreenHollyWood blocked me on skype..., and why???I can't make black jokes???So you can make, but I can't so sad!
— Deyth Banger
He was the friend of my life. You know, you only have one friend like that; there can't be two.
— James Salter, Light Years
I will walk without noise and I will open the door in darkness and I will
— Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything Is Illuminated
Smitt walked up next to James and watched the planet slowly grow larger. "They say the water used to be so blue you could see it from space.
— Wesley Chu, Time Salvager
the tears finally got the best of him and he pressed his palms to his eyes as his shoulders started to shake. He cried silently, in so much pain that there was no sound to equal it
— Robin Benway, Emmy & Oliver
The virus that had lay dormant for two years had been reawakened by simply seeing her smile. He thought he would be impervious to it by now, but every time her eyes changed colour, every time she giggled, it just caused the infection to spread. He had no idea why he continued to torment himself this way; burning for a woman he knew he could not have.He happily spent an hour or two with her each day and then braced himself for the self-inflicted torture that inevitably ensued at night. That torture had become his way of life, but he found that a worse fate would be not seeing at all.
— Jacqueline Francis - The Journal
Jordan Mullen is looking at me like I'm something he wants to scrape off his shoe and right then my heart breaks, but somehow beats on.
— Vikki Wakefield, All I Ever Wanted
I am a golem, child,’ answered Lye calmly. ‘My mistress wrote it there. She was marvelous clever and knew all kinds of secret things. One of the things she knew was how to gather up all the slips of soap the bath house patrons left behind and arrange them into a girl shape and write “truth” on her forehead and wake her up and give her a name and say to her: “Be my friend and love me, for the world is terrible lonely and I am sad.
— Catherynne M. Valente, The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland in a Ship of Her Own Making
Mourn, cry, be sad god doesn't give a fuck. The life has been taken in one or other way and it can't be done anything that's all, it's not big philosophy - it's short and it can't be more longer than this!
— Deyth Banger
Like dandelions they flew across the expanse Of desert calm without advance They filtered through the stilled “become” Returning to the land they knew. They knew no more than where they flew. And so they gathered, one and all, And scattered it throughout their path. Only golden-shafted majesty could still their might. And so they flew onward, without a path.
— Gina Marinello-Sweeney, The Rose and the Sword
Can you wait until I'm gone to be her boyfriend? Cause right now, I like to think of you as my boyfriend.
— Sean Waller
Finding is for things that are lost. You don't need to find me, Mayor.
— Cristina Henriquez, The Book of Unknown Americans
When a loved one is sick, the days are long, but the years are short.
— Lindsay Eagar, Hour of the Bees
Life like two broken hands trying to pick flowers for someone you really like.
— Sam Pink, Your Glass Head against the Brick Parade of Now Whats
Life's a one way road, Don't just stand next to it and wait to get a pick-up back.
— Wouter Van Gastel
I took her dress over to the closet and hung it up. It was funny. It made me feel sort of sad when I hung it up. I thought of her going in a store and buying it, and nobody in the store knowing she was a prostitute and all. The salesman probably just thought she was a regular girl when she bought it. It made me feel sad as hell- I don't know why exactly.
— J.D. Salinger
Sometimes a sad man can talk the sadness right out through his mouth. Sometimes a killin' man can talk the murder right out of his mouth an' not to no murder. You done right. Don't you kill nobody if you can help it.
— John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath
Someone who normally moved so slowly, this time, for once, was long gone.
— Sarah Dessen, The Moon and More
But the sad truth is that the truth is sad, and what you want does not matter
— Lemony Snicket, The Carnivorous Carnival
Do you know how hard it is to kill something? Nothing wants to die. Things cling to their lives against all hope, even when it's hopeless. It's like the end is always there, you can't escape it. But things try so, so hard not to cross that finish line. So when they finally do, everything's been stripped away, their bodies and happiness and hope. Things just don't know when to die, I wish they did. I wish my friends had known that, sort of anyway. But I'm glad they tried, that's part of being human right? Part of being any living thing. You hold onto life until it gets ripped away from you, even if it gets ripped away in pieces, you just hold on.
— Nick Cutter, The Troop
After supper they saw Kaluka to the boardwalk, and then strolled back along the beach to Asbury. The evening sea was a new sensation, for all its color and mellow age was gone, and it seemed the bleak waste that made the Norse sagas sad.
— F. Scott Fitzgerald
You can't fight mental health bias if you label people based on a lists of symptoms and you have no medical degree to diagnose people. We all have crazy running through our blood and so many things trigger that. We all struggle with our anxiety and twisted issues. Defamation of character is not kind, nor Christlike. Because when you label people with self righteous vindication you open the door to the very idea that self righteousness is itself a disorder that we should all be afraid of. This doorway when left open too long gets people to pull away from Christ, not run to him.
— Shannon L. Alder
People say that they want to kill me. All I say is "I'm sorry but your appointment doesn't start until another hour, please sit in the waiting room.
— BlackStar103
My life was being planned in sentences that started with 'We' instead of 'I', yet it felt like the most natural transition in the world.
— Heather Demetrios, I'll Meet You There
Broken doesn't mean we're valued any less, it just means we've loved someone so much and so fiercely that losing them feels like we've lost part of ourselves.
— B.N. Toler, Where One Goes
How extraordinary the ordinary really is, a tool we all use to keep going, a template for sanity.
— Cecelia Ahern
Even the giant lead balls are not as heavy as the two sad eyes!
— Mehmet Murat ildan