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If love and beauty were easy to find, they would not exist.Chaos and sadness exist in order for you to find the love and beauty in them. So that love and beauty mean something.It's meant to be hard.
— pleasefindthis, I Wrote This For You: Just the Words
Sad is one of those words that has given up its life for our country, it's been a martyr for the American dream, it's been neutralized, co-opted by our culture to suggest a tinge of discomfort that lasts the time it takes for this and then for that to happen, the time it takes to change a channel. But sadness is real because once it meant something real. It meant dignified, grave; it meant trustworthy; it meant exceptionally bad, deplorable, shameful; it meant massive, weighty, forming a compact body; it meant falling heavily; and it meant of a color: dark. It meant dark in color, to darken. It meant me. I felt sad.
— Claudia Rankine, Don’t Let Me Be Lonely: An American Lyric
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.To hear the immense night, still more immense without her,And the verse falls to the snow like dew to the pasture.
— Pablo Neruda, Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair
There are in this world ample reasons to be sad and disheartened, discouraged and fearful. But there are as many reasons not to be.
— Richelle E. Goodrich, Making Wishes
I believe that almost all our sadnesses are moments of tension that we find paralyzing because we no longer hear our surprised feelings living. Because we are alone with the alien thing that has entered into our self; because everything intimate and accustomed is for an instant taken away; because we stand in the middle of a transition where we cannot remain standing. For this reason the sadness too passes: the new thing in us, the added thing, has entered into our heart, has gone into its inmost chamber and is not even there any more, — is already in our blood. And we do not learn what it was. We could easily be made to believe that nothing has happened, and yet we have changed, as a house changes into which a guest has entered.
— Rainer Maria Rilke
Great sadnesses … they are the moments when something new has entered into us, something unknown; our feelings grow mute in shy perplexity, everything in us withdraws, a stillness comes, and the new, which no one knows, stands in the midst of it and is silent.
— Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet
Happiness & Sadness are two contemporary stages in life. A wise man overcomes sadness with his wisdom, and a foolish man faces it with tears.
— Deepak Chandra
Oh, Mercédès, I have spoken your name with sighs of melancholy, with groans of pain and with the croak of despair. I have spoken it frozen with cold, huddled on the straw of my dungeon. I have spoken it raging with heat and rolling around on the stone floor of my prison. Mercédès, I must have my revenge, because for fourteen years I suffered, fourteen years I wept and cursed. Now, I say to you, Mercédès, I must have my revenge!
— Alexandre Dumas
He had a sadness in his eyes that Carrie recognised as regret.
— Kassandra Cross, Carrie's First Time: Taboo Older Man Younger Woman First Time Erotic Romance
I have nothing against youI just learned not to trust youI know its a trial and errorBut shit, I thought I'm a solver
— Mr. Pessimist
If you see me standing on my head, I'm trying to cheer you up with my frown. I need my honesty, you my pleasantry.
— Brian Spellman, If the mind fits, shrink it
For everyone who never smiled in school photos, for all who’ve wandered city streetsnot knowing the where they were or feeling alone, I’ve packed kindness.
— Kelli Russell Agodon, Hourglass Museum
When you get older, you think of sadness in a different way. You don't judge it so harshly.
— Lori Lansens, The Mountain Story
We may never be able to forget what has happened. We may harbor the sadness from it in our hearts forever. The former of these is unavoidable.
— Brian Pickens
Sometimes, all it takes to lift the sadness from another is to let them know how much you appreciate them and how grateful you are having them in your life.
— Charles F. Glassman, Brain Drain   The Breakthrough That Will Change Your Life
I can't wait until they don't have me here anymore.
— Jasmine Warga, My Heart and Other Black Holes
It kind of felt like she was kicking me in the gut, and every kick
— Francesca Zappia, Made You Up
I would write my tears, weeping out my pain - I would empty my veins for ink.
— Muse, Enigmatic Evolution
The air around her was cool lately, as if she were creating a vacuum with her unhappiness.
— Sarah Addison Allen, First Frost
Webs of deceit were not only tangled, they were also very lonely.
— Laura Lee Guhrke
Feelings come and feelings go. There is no need to fear them and no need to crave them. Be open to your feelings and experience them while they are here. Then be open to the feelings that will come next. Your feelings are a part of your experience. Yet no mere feeling, however intense it may seem, is your permanent reality.
— Ralph Marston
Music had always had the ability to help ease my suffering. I sang a great deal at home. I sang to myself and to Lord Imery. Sometimes, I played the harp to accompany myself. Learning such a graceful instrument had filled my heart with pride. I loved the feeling of adding something beautiful to a room.I looked down at my shaking hands. There were no melodies left in those withered fingers.
— Julie B.  Campbell, Love at First Plight
Given a choice, I would never want a life totally devoid of pain, but life is meaningless without some sadness.
— Auliq Ice
So then I bid him farewell and walked down the side of the pool leading to the outside entrance where I waited for soph to come down so we could walk home together
— Adrian Hadzic
Some people are really sentimental mostly those people struggle pain in relationship."And that time infatuation turn to fear..and over thinking like;Its so sad.Is it getting failed?Should i better off alone?I'm so confused.I learn that;"Deep emotional depends on how much you loved the person and value relation.
— Redzel Romulo
But there was something terrifying taking over her thoughts, and it wouldn't leave. Out of seven billion sharing the planet with her, not one of them knew what was going through her head. Not one of them knew that she was lost. Not one of them asked.
— Amy Zhang, Falling into Place
You don't know what it's like, when your best friend disappears.
— Scott Westerfeld, Afterworlds
There would be no cloud-nine days without rock-bottom moments left below.
— Richelle E. Goodrich, Making Wishes
Magic doesn’t work when you’re sad.
— Alan Bradley, As Chimney Sweepers Come to Dust
I have learned that when sadness comes to visit me, all I can do is say “I see you.” I spend some time with it, get up, and say goodbye.I don’t push it away, I own it. And because I own it, I let it go.
— Carolina Zacaria
Only tears can hear the sound of pain when warm blood reddens discolored stain
— Munia Khan
Looking for a thousand years is worth it, if in the end you find what you need.
— Scott Westerfeld, Afterworlds
When I stopped trying to block my sadness and let it move me instead, it led me to a bridge with people on the other side.” … I learned that sadness does not sink a person; it is the energy a person spends trying to avoid sadness that does that.
— Barbara Brown Taylor
Do not trap yourself into an owl's hooting soundwhere sad nights linger through the blackness of a hound
— Munia Khan
More lies, but maybe lies were better than the truth.
— Scott Westerfeld, Afterworlds
But I feel more real when I'm around her. Like I'm not fading.
— Scott Westerfeld, Afterworlds
the sadness will ebbthe trouble is the time it might take
— David Levithan, The Realm of Possibility
1I smiled bitterly, a defeated man pitifully begging a God in whom he had never trusted.
— Carlos Ruiz Zafón
Many of us live that life where we are only happy when there's a good day passing by, instead of being sad when there's one bad day passing leaving us confused.
— Auliq Ice
He was always saying he deserved better. Better than this, anyway. I would nod and agree with him, but I never told him what I wanted to tell him, which was, hey, Deepak, when you say that you deserve better, even if I agree with you, you are kind of also implying that I don’t deserve better, which, maybe I don’t, maybe this is about where I belong in the grand scheme of things, in terms of high-end low-end for me as a person, but I wish you wouldn’t say it because whenever you do, it makes me feel a sharp bit of sadness and then, for the rest of the day, a kind of low-grade crumminess.
— Charles Yu
Love doesn't always show us the sad and the sorrowful part of it, it only shows us the happy circle a gain and a gain.
— Auliq Ice
There is so much more to the notes being strum from his guitar, behind everything is raw emotion, and it’s proof that he is human. That his heart beats just like mine and that sadness can infiltrate those that appear to have souls made out of stone.
— Melissa Grijalva, The Love Story That Shouldn't Have Been
Time don't have heart emotions and feelings
— Sher E Yazdan
Getting wet in the rain will not make you happy always.
— Pradeep Panayal
Everyone tells you it's all right to cry, but not enough people say it's all right if you don't want people to know.
— Lemony Snicket, Shouldn't You Be in School?
A loyal heart is true to love even if it is full of scars
— johncen k.m.f vergara
Because it's so hard to be kind to the world when all you've ever felt is hate.
— Tahereh Mafi, Unravel Me
I could not escape a feeling that this was my own funeral, and you do not cry in that case.
— John Knowles
They safely cured the world of sadness, wiser the Pfizer for it?
— Brian Spellman
It's so strange how one day you can be on this earth, and the next day not.
Suicide is the way OUT of life, but, leaving everyone behind is the way INTO sadness.
— TheKatAttack
my uncle died.and i don't feel sad because he died.but i felt so sad when i realize that i will never see him alive again in my whole life.
— Sher E Yazdan
They can't see your painThey can't see your sadness They will smile if you smile to themThey will leave you if you frown to them
— Hadi NourAllah
To all the person whom I made laugh,I wonder who will be the one to put a smile on my face-a clown's message
— Johncen-k.m.f Vergara
Schizophrenia is just a catch-all term for forms of mental behaviour that we don’t understand. In the nineteenth century there was a term, melancholia, which we would now call bipolar depression… but all forms of sadness, unhappiness, maladaptation, were poured into this label melancholia… Now, schizophrenia is a similar thing… A book about schizophrenia [says that] the typical schizophrenic lives in a world of twilight imagining. Marginal to his society, incapable of holding a regular job, these people live on the fringes content to drift in their own self-created value system. I said, that’s it! That’s it! Now I understand!
— Terence McKenna
In the wilderness of lifeHappiness is looking for youIn the jungles of dreams and desires,In the beauty of shrubs and flowers,In the span of sadness and kindness. In the deepness of hearts and minds.
— Debasish Mridha
If you are never the cause of someone's sadness, you will never have difficulties finding happiness.
— Debasish Mridha
Not the sadness, but the happiness, is the ultimate purpose of life.
— Debasish Mridha
Despite all the sadness, violence and misery, I still believe in universal peace, goodness, and beauty of humanity.
— Debasish Mridha
When perception will change then today's sadness could be tomorrow’s happiness.
— Debasish Mridha
Practically all the sadness we experience in life comes from our feeling sorry for ourselves.
— Marty Rubin
By just living one’s life, sadness accumulates here and there, be it in the blankets hung out in the sun to dry, the toothbrushes in the bathroom, and the phone history logs.
— Makoto Shinkai
Empty yourself of past resentment, anger, and sadness to fill it with love and pure happiness.
— Debasish Mridha
A little madness shows the way to happiness.A little kindness can heal the sadness.
— Debasish Mridha
Everyone’s pain is different,” Reece went on. “I don’t like when people compare. I don’t like when people marginalize their feelings because they think they’re not allowed to have them. Someone will always have a tougher go than you. Does that mean you’re not allowed to feel hurt? To be sad?
— S. Walden, LoveLines
The New Your energy goes beyond anything you'll find anywhere else. It's too much for some people and it grinds them down, but it lifts up and animates the rest of us.
— Lawrence Block, Gotham Central, Book One: In the Line of Duty
Almost all sadness comes from feeling sorry for oneself.
— Marty Rubin
You're sad but you hold everything back...
— Donna Lynn Hope
There are no sad days, only sad thoughts.
— Marty Rubin
You wanna eat? I can hand you a spoon.
— Mr. Probz
I gave her love she gave me words to write
— RazaZaidi
She closed her eyes and let the rain fall on her face, and after another second, I could not have said what were raindrops, and what tears.
— Sarah Waters
Wanting to cry doesn't mean you can.
— Kiera Cass, The Siren
I realized that I'm lonely without her and she's incomplete without me. There will be no end to our love story..
— Taimoor Madni
Love isn't about to show off or to go on dates. Its about being with a person who makes you feel special, who gives you a feeling that no one else does. The one who can completely understand you and can laugh on your lame jokes. The one to whom you trust the most and can share your problems. The one who can make wrong things right. Person with whom you can spend your whole life.
— Taimoor Madni
The voice had an extraordinary sadness. Pure from all body, pure from all passion, going out into the world, solitary, unanswered, breaking against rocks—so it sounded.
— Virginia Woolf, Jacob's Room
I would like to turn in my skin and change it for a new epidermis. It feels as if I will never be able to rinse the sadness from my soul. All the while I am cognizant of the fact that I am trying to purge myself of my feelings. I start with my shell. I am in the water at least an hour. I immerse my head. My long, thick mane is so heavy, but I feel the lightness of my hair as it floats. I can hear my heart beating in my ears. I wonder what would happen if I died in this water. I drain the bathtub and refill it. I scrub my skin until it stings. I still don't feel clean. I close my eyes.I switch to lying on my back. I gaze at the heavens through the skylight on the ceiling above the tub. I am thinking about Isabella. I am struck by the feeling of uncleanness that I have been immersed in that day. I would imagine that this child feels unclean always, in body and in mind. I am hoping that the sheets in her foster home are snow white and fragrant. I am hoping that she felt safe. I am worried that she is so deeply alone and frightened. I know somewhere deep inside of me that the decisions and choices I made today were sound. I am praying, with eyes glued to the stars, that I will not awaken in the night with my heart beating out of my chest; that I will not be haunted by Francis's diseased body; that I will not perseverate on ever nuance of my day - the smells, the cockroaches, the piercing torment of Isabella's unseeing eye, her father's sore-ridden penis penetrating her tiny body. Yet in many ways this is an experience I hope never to forget. The pearls. I must not forget the pearls that I have promised her.
— Holly A. Smith, Fire of the Five Hearts: A Memoir of Treating Incest
I am the shade. Through the dolent city, i flee. Through the eternal woe, i take flight..
— Dan Brown, Inferno
I'm sorry for ignoring you but that's all I can do. Iloveyou
— Taimoor Madni
Sorrow is the violent smashing of reason, in that reason has no power over it.
— Nina Sankovitch, Tolstoy and the Purple Chair: My Year of Magical Reading
Emptiness ate away at his inside, quickly replaced by a sadness that hurt his heart.
She was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum.
— Jonathan Safran Foer
Why shine, when there's nothing to shine on?
— Kevin Brooks
Shhh,” Mr. Winston whispered into her hair. “It’s going to be okay. It’s going to be okay.” He said it over and over again, just as the boy had done when she was at her most helpless. He rocked her with each stanza of the hypnotic prayer, and she melted into his arms, letting him be her strength as she cried into his chest.“I couldn’t keep her,” she finally mustered, wiping her nose against his scratchy flannel. “Shhh…” he repeated. He kissed the top of her head and then stood. With surprising strength, the elderly man lifted her as if she weighed nothing, bringing her to the car. He opened the car door with one hand, sat her in the front seat, and then buckled her in like she was a child. Exhausted, Maddie didn’t fight him or try to do it on her own. She needed someone else to be in charge for a while. She needed to be taken care of.
— Crissi Langwell, The Road to Hope
And it was at this time that Sir Myles died of his hurt, for it is often so that death and misfortune befall some, whiles others laugh and sing for hope and joy, as though such grievous things as sorrow and death could never happen in the world wherein they live.
— Howard Pyle, The Story of King Arthur and His Knights
You still have friends who love you. It does not matter how many you have. All that matters is that someone thinks about you. A friend who cares for you. That is all you need. Do not commit suicide and do not cut just because someone does not say they think about you. I had the same problems until I found out this. Some people do not have anything and are raped and or killed and no one notices because no one cares. You have people. They are just too nervous to confront you. You all have someone who loves you. Do not hide your real self from the world. Let your voice be heard.
— Neo Dallmeyer
i was a prisoner of events
— Nigel Blundell, The World's Greatest Mistakes
She was always tired, these days. She put on one of those smiles that wasn’t really a smile at all, and they went on.
— Jojo Moyes, One Plus One
A person's true character lies somewhere until after you might have pressed the wrong button without knowing, then you'll realize that there are dogs in human form.
— Michael Bassey Johnson
And I loved you I loved you so There were times I forgot to breathe Waiting for the phone call For the sound of your voice Touching me places You couldn't touch For the miles between us. And I loved you Like a forest loves the spring Waiting for the smallest signs Of you coming back And breathing life back into me Warming me up On my brightest fields And my darkest valleys But you stayed away. And I loved you But fate seemed to have Different plans for us. I guess now I see that It was a one-sided love Peeking through The large glasses of a binocular I am here, so very close But you are far-far-away...
— Veronika Jensen
You don’t have any control over anyone’s feelings.You can’t make your parents feel proud of you.You can’t make anyone like you.You can’t make anyone love you.You can make it easier for them, by sacrificing your time and energy, but you cannot MAKE THEM, you can only make it easier for them— and yet again, what have you gained? Nothing. You’re gambling. Putting trust coins into a slot machine hoping that love comes out.
— M. Kirin
Life is defined by time, appreciate the beauty of time;A time to plant, a time to harvest. A time to cry, a time to laugh.A time to be sad, a time to be happy. A time to be born, a time to die.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
I measure every Grief I meetWith narrow, probing, Eyes;I wonder if It weighs like Mine,Or has an Easier size.
— Emily Dickinson
At the heart of memory, is the stillness of time.
— Manu Joseph, The Illicit Happiness of Other People
Sometimes I think my scars are beautiful, but then I remember not everyone shares the same love of art.
— Piper Payne, Breathing Black
My father once made us," she began, "keep a diary, in two columns; on one side we were to put down in the morning what we thought would be the course and events of the coming day, and at night we were to put down on the other side what really had happened. It would be to some people rather a sad way of telling their lives," (a tear dropped upon my hand at these words) - "I don't mean that mine has been sad, only so very different to what I expected.
— Elizabeth Gaskell, Cranford
Both sadness and anger are the two sides of same coin. Sadness is supressed anger, while anger is expressed sadness. Both sadness and anger are state of unhappiness, which are often because lack of self-love.
— Vishwas Chavan
I wish I didn’t have a heart that God wrote Sad on.
— Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Last Night I Sang to the Monster
I WILL FOLLOW ANYONEAND TELL EVERYONEABOUT...THE REAL WAR ON WOMENON YAZIDI GIRLS & WOMEN
— Widad Akreyi
I laugh when i'm hurt.I laugh when i'm confused.I laugh when i'm angry.I laugh because others will laugh as well, and while we are laughing, I feel okay for a while.
— Damien Buerger
WHILE THE WORLD'S ASLEEP, ANGELS REFUSE TO SLEEP!
— Widad Akreyi
My whole world had fallen apart and I was the last to know.
— toooldforthis, Coming Full Circle
In life, sadness is inevitable. So, we must at least try to enjoy it.
— George Aaron P. Navaja
Or rather, he was sad because that morning he'd understood that he'd understood nothing, because while he still understood nothing he wasn't sad at all, but now that he'd understood that he'd understood nothing he felt sad, if you follow.
— François Lelord, Hector and the Search for Happiness
The worst way to miss someone is to have them sitting right next to you and know you can never have them.
— Gabriel García Márquez
Tina nods sagely and says yes and then something in Plautdietsch, probably something like heck yeah do we ever know what sad is. Sadness is what holds our bones in place.
— Miriam Toews, All My Puny Sorrows
Everyone dies alone, Eragon. Whether you are a king on a battlefield or a lowly peasant lying in bed among your family, no one can accompany you into the void.
— Christopher Paolini, Brisingr
Happy?" asked Aquilina, with dreadful look, and a smile full of pity and terror. "Ah, you do not know what it is to be condemned to a life of pleasure.
— Honoré de Balzac, The Wild Ass's Skin
We recognize that you've used substances to try to regain your lost balance, to try to feel the way you did before the need arose to use addictive drugs or alcohol. We know that you use substances to alter your mood, to cover up your sadness, to ease your heartbreak, to lighten your stress load, to blur your painful memories, to escape your hurtful reality, or to make your unbearable days or nights bearable.
— Chris Prentiss, The Alcoholism and Addiction Cure
What good is a song that doesn't break your heart?
— Marty Rubin
For a couple of days he was nice and I was on cloud number 9,damn they don’t teach how to come down from there instead leave us to gravity.
— Pushpa Rana, Just the Way I Feel
And inside, inside I feel a dark chasm. And its getting wider, deeper. It’s breaking my heart apart more and more. The chasm is filling up. Filling up with gallons and gallons tears. Tears that were unshed, but piled up. And the endless supply of hurt, anger, and sadness grew and grew. And now its going to burst out. The tears will empty from the chasm, and fall out as a stream from my blood shot eyes. And the chasm will expand, and expand and it will be too much for my small heart that can only take so much. And my heart will crack in two. But no one will know. No one will know the about the expanding chasms, or the gallons of tears, because I will appear fine on the outside. I will keep pretending. Even though inside I’m crying, and I’m breaking in two.
— Runaway Bunny
If love were human I would’ve set them on fire by now — a screaming blaze of smoke and flesh. I’d breathe in the blackness once more just to feel love’s destruction, its mortality filling in the hollow of my ribcage without a heart.
— Piper Payne, Breathing Black
I sung to her at night. Every night. The same song. And she would do this thing, when she would close her eyes. And it felt like she was connecting with the music. That she was depicting every note, every sound, every word. I would watch her, watch her like she was my saving grace, like my angel. And at the chorus, the corners of her thin lips would pull up, and a small grin would form on her face. Her eyes would crinkle, and my heart would drop.
— Runaway Bunny
There was this movie that I would watch with her all the time, some stupid chick flick, and it had this opening line that would always make her catch her breath. 'I remember it hurt. Looking at her hurt', and I now realize that it was true. Every day I looked at her, it hurt. Hurt so much, because she was dying, and I couldn't help her.
— Runaway Bunny
You know you may feel very sad like a child whose toy is broken; but then you know sun rises, life continues and you start laughing again!
— Mehmet Murat ildan
Pain pumps blood when heart dies
— Munia Khan
Sometimes we get sad about things and we don't like to tell other people that we are sad about them. We like to keep it a secret. Or sometimes we are sad but we really don't know we are sad. So we say we aren't sad.But we really are.
— Mark Haddon, The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time
Sometime it's really hardest things to keep yourself alone.
— Anuj Kr. Thakur
Pain whispersthrough silent wordsentombed in scarsshyly palpablein fleeting glimpsesbriefly allowed
— Lady Bug
I take it, though,...given the utter lack of change in your demeanor and nearly radiating I-just-slaughtered-a -bunch-of-infant-forest-animals guilt coming from your general direction...the exchange with your female friend went something a trifle short of fantastic. 
— Anihyr Moonstar
It was over before I even had a chance.
— Jenny Han, To All the Boys I've Loved Before
I am drowning in negativism, self-hate, doubt, madness - and even I am not strong enough to deny the routine, the rote, to simplify. No, I go plodding on, afraid that the blank hell in back of my eyes will break through, spewing forth like a dark pestilence; afraid that the disease which eats away the pith of my body with merciless impersonality will break forth in obvious sores and warts, screaming "Traitor, sinner, imposter.
— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
Looking for happiness is a sure way to sadness, I think. You have to take each moment as it comes.
— Benedict Cumberbatch
Nobody should have to choose between a cold heart and a dead heart.
— Nenia Campbell, Crowned by Fire
I don't cry. Unfortunately, I seem rather short of tears, so my sorrows have to stay inside me.
— Nadine Gordimer, The Quotable Gordimer; or, The Wit and Wisdom of Nadine Gordimer
All too often, we mask truth in artifice, concealing ourselves for fear of losing the ones we love or prolonging a deception for those we wish to expose. We hide behind that which brings us comfort from pain and sadness or use it to repel a truth too devastating to accept.
— Emily Thorne
Oh, God,” Wilhelm prayed, “Let me out of my trouble. Let me out of my thoughts, and let me do something better with myself. For all the time I have wasted I am very sorry. Let me out of this clutch and into a different life. For I am all balled up. Have mercy.
— Saul Bellow, Seize the Day
beneath the stars that drift; she sighed and said "Every tale of a love can only be a tale of ghosts that linger in these spaces wecan never hold,"—as the wind gave echo
— John Daniel Thieme, the ghost dancers
The cloudless day is richer at its close;A golden glory settles on the lea;Soft, stealing shadows hint of cool reposeTo mellowing landscape, and to calming sea.And in that nobler, gentler, lovelier light,The soul to sweeter, loftier bliss inclines;Freed form the noonday glare, the favour’d sightIncreasing grace in earth and sky divines.But ere the purest radiance crowns the green,Or fairest lustre fills th’ expectant grove,The twilight thickens, and the fleeting sceneLeaves but a hallow’d memory of love!
— H.P. Lovecraft
This susceptibility to impressions had been his undoing, no doubt. Still at his age he had, like a boy or a girl even, these alternations of mood; good days, bad days, for no reason whatever, happiness from a pretty face, downright misery at the sight of a frump.
— Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway
Wasting time over wasted time is just more wasted time...
— Animesh Singh
pain demands to be felt..
— Jasneet
She was a prism through with sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum
— Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything Is Illuminated
The problem is not that people make any bond of affection they like with people they like; the problem is calling that bond of affection "love.
— Daya Kudari
The problem is not that people make any bond of affection, they like with people they like; the problem is calling that bond of affection "love.
— Daya Kudari
The path you walk is unique and needed. There is no other like yours. On your path you experience love, joy and peace, as well as loneliness, sadness and torment. These all are specific lessons you choose to rediscover your divine identity.
— Raphael Zernoff
Life is sad and there is nothing we can do about it. All we can is to be vigilant about what we should not do. The worst thing we can do is to not feel the sadness, to not weep, to not acknowledge the hurt that sits at the core of the human heart.
— Martha M. Moravec, Magnificent Obesity: My Search for Wellness, Voice and Meaning in the Second Half of Life
The way sadness works is one of the strangest riddles of the world. If you are stricken with a great sadness, you may feel as if you have been set aflame, not only because of the enormous pain, but also because your sadness may spread over your life, like smoke from an enormous fire. You might find it difficult to see anything but your own sadness, the way smoke can cover a landscape so that all anyone can see is black. You may find that happy things are tainted with sadness, the way smoke leaves its ashen colors and scents on everything it touches. And you may find that if someone pours water all over you, you are damp and distracted, but not cured of your sadness, the way a fire department can douse a fire but never recover what has been burnt down.
— Lemony Snicket, The Grim Grotto
Her heart is played like well worn stringsIn her eyes the sadness singsOf one who was destined of better things
— Lang Leav
No amount of worrying can change the future. Go easy on yourself, for the outcome of all affairs is determined by God's decree. If something is meant to go elsewhere, it will never come your way, but if it is yours by destiny, from you it cannot flee.
— Umar ibn Al-Khattab
We weren't so different, Finn and I. Cages come in lots of colors and shapes. Some are gilded, while others have a slamming door. But golden handcuffs are still handcuffs.
— Amy Harmon, Infinity + One
I remember you with my soul clenched in that sadness of mine that you know.
— Pablo Neruda
There are some moments in life we all have to face, even though we don't want to.
— Lisa De Jong, When It Rains
The sky is so tragically beautiful. A graveyard of stars.
— Anonymous
She deserved someone who could see what she had to give and would lover her for it. Who wouldn't turn away from her every time she made a mistake. She wanted to be important to someone. Perhaps, it was unrealistic, but the alternative was far worse. She could live with a broken heart, but not at the expense of her soul.
— Monica McCarty, The Chief
Nightmare completed, another humiliating defeat. 10 goals in 2 game. It will take time to come out from such humiliating defeat for Brazilian fans. But I think when you like something, when you fall to someone, when you are in love, you like them whatever happens, even they give tears to you time to time because you liked it from your heart.
— Nutan Bajracharya
He swallowed down the dry choking sobs which had been heaving up from his heart hitherto ...
— Elizabeth Gaskell, North and South
The tears come to my eyes so fast, there's just no way to stop them.
— Jonathan Tropper, How to Talk to a Widower
In past wars only homes burnt, but this timeDon't be surprised if even loneliness ignites.In past wars only bodys burnt, but this timeDon't be surprised if even shadows ignite.
— Sahir Ludhianvi
You're a dead man". I hear his voice again, and I see the words on my face when I get back in the cab and look in the rearview mirror.It makes me think of my life, my nonexistent accomplishments and my overall abilities in incompetence."A dead man", I think. He's not far wrong.
— Markus Zusak, I Am the Messenger
Why had he wanted to be rich, or to feel rich? Was he an unhappy mouse before? Didn't he see the King himself often looking sad? Was anyone completely happy?
— William Steig, The Real Thief
In vain we roared;in vain we triedTo rouse her into laughter:Her pensive glances wandered wideFrom orchestra to rafter -"TIER UPON TIER!" she said,and sighed;And silence followed after.
— Lewis Carroll, Jabberwocky and Other Poems
Scarce was the verdict spoken,When that still calm was broken,A childish form hath burst into the throng;With tears and looks of sadness,That bring no news of gladness,But tell too surely something hath gone wrong!
— Lewis Carroll, Jabberwocky and Other Poems
But for the first time, Boaz couldn't think of a single word to describe this kind of loneliness, so scary and real it required an entirely different language, new and strange and yet to be invented
— Molly Antopol, The UnAmericans
I’m a keeper of flocks.The flock is my thoughtsAnd my thoughts are all sensations.I think with my eyes and with my earsAnd with my hands and feetAnd with my nose and mouth.Thinking about a flower is seeing and smelling itAnd eating a piece of fruit is knowing its meaning.That’s why when on a hot dayI feel sad from liking it so much,And I throw myself lengthwise on the grassAnd shut my hot eyes,And feeling my whole body lying on reality,I know the truth and I’m happy.
— Alberto Caeiro, The Keeper of Sheep
Or is what remains in me like a defeated army,Fleeing in disarray from victory already won?
— Bonhoeffer Dietrich
And sometimes if I wantTo imagine I’m a lamb(Or a whole flockSpreading out all over the hillsideSo I can be a lot of happy things at the same time),It’s only because I feel what I write at sunset,Or when a cloud passes its hand over the lightAnd silence runs over the grass outside.When I sit and write poemsOr, walking along the roads or pathways,I write poems on the paper in my thoughts,I feel a staff in my handAnd see my silhouetteOn top of a knoll,Looking after my flock and seeing my ideas,Or looking after my ideas and seeing my flock,With a silly smile like someone who doesn’t understand what somebody’s sayingBut tries to pretend they do.
— Alberto Caeiro, The Keeper of Sheep
Acknowledge that some moments are just plain awful―desperate and gloomy and painful and miserable and nothing at all but anguish. No truthful, cheerful thought in the world will fix it. So let me cry awhile. Don't try to find a sunbeam where a shroud of darkness encloses me. Let me mourn. Then, after the storm, when the tears have run dry and my eyes choose to open, I will look for your rainbow of hope.
— Richelle E. Goodrich, Making Wishes
Screaming at children over their grades, especially to the point of the child's tears, is child abuse, pure and simple. It's not funny and it's not good parenting. It is a crushing, scarring, disastrous experience for the child. It isn't the least bit funny.
— Ben Stein
Wherever Jordan's going - and I do believe we all go somewhere - think of it as the light that will bring him home.
— Cassandra Clare, City of Heavenly Fire
It's a sad and beautiful world.
— Jim Jarmusch
Some people know they'll live until spring and that's all they need to be happy. When I was feeling good, I just let the sun go down, knowing I'd see it again next morning. When I felt worse, and it didn't matter for what reasons, every sunset seemed to me like the end of the world. Maybe it's true, that the world dies every day at evening and is born again in the morning. But not always for everybody.
— Arnošt Lustig
All mental unhappiness is the avoidance of legitimate suffering.
— Stefan Molyneux
Friends are life's ingredient that makes every sad moment sweeter, every difficult time easier, and every normal moment extraordinary.
— Johnathan Jena
You have become her sadness and live in a different state of mind
She wept a river of tears holy water, sent to soften the sharp edges of sorrow a gentle hollowing out, carving new chambers in her hearta hallowed vessel for holding sacred, the tears of others...
— Kate Mullane Robertson
This morning I awoke drowning in sadness. Sleepily, I probed my heart looking for a cause.Then, rising from the dream, I took possession of my feelings and gave them back to God - the only Source of my life.And that feeling of sadness - redeemed - becamea deeply felt compassion, a determination to make a difference….
— Kate Mullane Robertson
I wanted desperately to be part of our pack
—  I felt a hole inside myself where my pack should have been.
In my life, no three miles have been flat and no three days have had sun. I've been brave in the past, but now I'm beyond devastated. My grief is like dense clouds that cannot be dispersed. I can't think beyond the blackness of my clothes and heart.
— Lisa See, Shanghai Girls
That house was no longer my home.
— Alisa Mullen, Unsettled
Perhaps it goes without saying that I believe in the geographic cure. Of course you can't out-travel sadness. You will find it has smuggled itself along in your suitcase. It coats the camera lens, it flavors the local cuisine. In that different sunlight, it stands out, awkward, yours, honking in the brash vowels of your native tongue in otherwise quiet restaurants. You may even feel proud of its stubbornness as it follows you up the bell towers and monuments, as it pants in your ear while you take in the view. I travel not to get away from my troubles but to see how they look in front of famous buildings or on deserted beaches. I take them for walks. Sometimes I get them drunk. Back at home we generally understand each other better.
— Elizabeth McCracken, An Exact Replica of a Figment of My Imagination
For, thought Ahab, while even the highest earthly felicities ever have a certain unsignifying pettiness lurking in them, but, at bottom, all heartwoes, a mystic significance, and, in some men, an archangelic grandeur; so do their diligent tracings-out not belie the obvious deduction. To trail the genealogies of these high mortal miseries, carries us at last among the sourceless primogenitures of the gods; so that, in the face of all the glad, hay-making suns, and soft-cymballing, round harvest-moons, we must needs give in to this: that the gods themselves are not for ever glad. The ineffaceable, sad birthmark in the brow of man, is but the stamp of sorrow in the signers.
— Herman Melville, Moby-Dick or, The Whale
Sometimes I get so sad that it jest sounds good.
— Abbi Glines, Existence
When he came home early, he was dreary. There, he'd sit by the fireplace, his worn hands gripping the newspaper a bit too tight, his eyes held to it, unseeing, towards the words, the meaningless grouping of letters on that newspaper. The fire would cackle, sizzle, full of life, so opposite to this man, whose face was crossed with the burdens of the world, and lips pressed thing under that bushy mustache. His grief sat on him like a cloud, sending him into a dimension that left his eyes two empty coals, his chest an impossible storm. He spoke to no one, and hardly did anyone speak to him, because words were never something he was good at.  Then, when the sky darkened, he's stand, and trudge to his room, where his bed waited, cold and hungry, just as he'd always known it to be.
— Rana Mohamad
People first make unhappy, then say stay happy.
— Ahsan Zahid
I realize now that the reason we often feel so bad about change is because of all those beautiful things that happen in our lives. I mean, I can't remember ever feeling sad about many things other than a great memory. I believe in contentment and love and laughter. I believe when we fear for our content it is then, most of all, we feel sadness.
— Dito Montiel, A Guide to Recognizing Your Saints
Sadness is like growing of hairs around our ass; we may not like it or want it, but it is surprisingly always there.
— M.F. Moonzajer, LOVE, HATRED AND MADNESS
It was such a relief to be able to sob and have someone know all the reasons why.
— Rachel Hawkins, Rebel Belle
Maybe his nightmare had been about me.
— Marie Lu, Prodigy
Sometimes my heart hurts so much, I beat it with my fists. I try to run. But you cannot run from this. It waits for you. Even when you think you have escaped it, it is there.
— Klaus Kinski
Because we know he was simply a man, with weakness and frailties. Who yearned for the same things all of us do--to love and be loved
— Kristen Callihan, Firelight
Outside, across the putrid moat and under the dark mute trees, I would often lie and dream for hours about what I read in the books; and would longingly picture myself amidst gay crowds in the sunny world beyond the endless forests.
— H.P. Lovecraft
Every month there is a moon, gigantic, round, heavy, an omen. IT transits, pauses, continues on and passes out of sight, and I see despair coming towards me like famine. To feel that empty, again, again. I listen to my heart, wave upon wave, salty and red, continuing on and on, marking time.
— Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid's Tale
Your half empty..A broken glass,I love you can sound so beautifulUntil you stop to listenThat terrible background noise,you have no idea how bad I want to hold youBut I’m afraid I’ll cut my hand.
— Brittany Williams
Remember what I said when I led to Omar and the queen?" I bobbed my head, unable to look away from his jewel-like eyed, shining in the darkness...so much like Chorda's. "That was the lie. Good-bye, Lane," he said and then crept into the darkness.
— Kat Falls, Inhuman
My tears simply broke through the fragile wallthat had held them, and with a terrible feeling of shame, I laid my head upon the table and let them drain out of me.
— Arthur Golden, Memoirs of a Geisha
And I'd noticed her eyes, the lightest blue, and alive, moving here and there and then staring straight on. And now there's darkness under her eyes like she hasn't slept well for too many days, almost like someone punched her just hard enough to leave a little black, a quarter-moon smudge under each eye.
— Adam Berlin, The Number of Missing
I realised I never wanted to leave her side, and I never wanted her to have to struggle to be released from her sadness. I could never suggest she required release; for she did not require release. It was a true thing, this sadness of hers; a true thing about the world, about life, about herself. I just wanted Daphne. I wanted who she was, how she was, only her, all of her, always. And I knew I would be forever treading the long path towards that shrouded chamber of dusky luminance I glimpsed in her flickering sort of half-smiles.
— R.M.  Miller, Evening Breeze
Nicole had put on weight. This is the effect which, in three cases out of four, unhappiness has upon women. The process of eating guarantees at least the health of the body.
— Françoise Sagan, Dans un mois, dans un an
No one can sad listening to Frankie Valli.
— Rachel Hollis, Party Girl
The people who are happy for your happiness and sad for your sadness... keep them around.
— Steve Maraboli
The child tells me her grandmothershowed her how to cure sadness by sucking the juice of an orange, while standing on a beach.Toss the peels onto a wave.Watch the sadness float away.
— Margarita Engle, The Surrender Tree: Poems of Cuba's Struggle for Freedom
Where were me parents? Where were Becky? I felt so alone, so lost that I could not see. By that I mean, everything round me were a blur, everything inside me were a blur of fear and shock. I heard meself crying and moaning, My oh my, my oh my . . . I still have nightmares ’bout that time. I still feel like a sharp piece ofice has stabbed me heart real deep. I was filled, filled to the brim with utter baffle and utter loneliness. p. 15
— Louis Nowra, Into That Forest
He was acting like our kiss had broken him, and his reaction was breaking me.
— Shannon A. Thompson, Seconds Before Sunrise
You ache with it all; and the more mysterious it is, the more you ache.
— Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Notes from Underground, White Nights, The Dream of a Ridiculous Man, and Selections from The House of the Dead
He still smiles all the time, but now his smiles look like they're made out of water, about to drip down his face.
— Veronica Roth, Allegiant
I am touched by her life, how it moves forward, pulses and springs. There is no fragmentation, nothing stunted or wedged. I circle back, I regress, the past doesn't let go. It might as well be a malfunction, a scene repeating itself, a scratched vinl record, a stutter.
— Leila Aboulela, Minaret
There are certain levels of sadness that introduce you to parts of yourself you never knew existed, and it’s always a much purer version of you that couldn’t be any you-er than you. You fall in love with it and forget to move on.
— Ibraheem Hamdi, The Cashmere Scarf
She's sure, absolutely sure, that what she's waiting for will happen, just the way she wants it to; and I'm so uncertain, so fearful my dreams will end up forgotten somewhere, someday, like a piece of string and a paperclip lying in a dish.
— Lois Lowry, A Summer to Die
I always knew death of this relation would beat the death out of my life.
— M. Ali
Her voice is raw. She sings from the deepest cracks of her heart and her soul. When she closes her eyes, I know she has lost herself in the music. - Unrequited
— Alisa Mullen, Unrequited
Only strong people can find happiness from the sadness surrounding them.
— Sahaj Oberoi
The lonlier your path is, the brighter your future will be.
— Omer Abazi
It seems to him there area thousand bars, and behind the bars, no world.
— Rainer Maria Rilke
I guess it's better to have a chalk smile, than an ink smile. Where chalk changes with the direction of wind, ink stays as a deep stain. Like rain, sun and hail against a fake plant.
— Anthony Liccione
The simple trill of her laugh has not declined over the years
—  if anything it's been buffeted by her endless sorrows and disappointments.
Don't make all of your sadness to be a miserable tragedy,Just forget it with your conscious heart and clear mind.
— Rizky Adam Rifai
We are creatures of rage and madness and bitter tears and we knew that from the start. Our end was disaster and we knew that from the start. We knew it all from the start.
— Thomas Curtis Clark, 1000 Quotable Poems; An Anthology Of Modern Verse
I don't think I've ever felt anything other than lonely. "The saddest part of this was not the words, but the tone he said them with. So matter of fact; as though loneliness was the same as the colour of your hair or having too many freckles. A fact about yourself that could not be permanently altered.
— Theresa  Smith
you keep me going when i feel like a flat tyreyou do my head right, like a hair dryercan i call you my machanic since you change my mood and get me feeling like i have got a spare tyre.
— Mohlalefi j motsima
lonelyness is the only friend that last forever than having friendship among people
— ravishangaran
The crickets felt it was their duty to warn everybody that summertime cannot last for ever. Even on the most beautiful days in the whole year - the days when summer is changing into autumn - the crickets spread the rumour of sadness and change.
— E.B. White, Charlotte's Web
Most of the pain we feel is nothing more than a story that needs telling.
— Ashly Lorenzana
She’d left him.Without a word. Without a thought. She’d left him and now he hadfeelings.For that alone, he’d never forgive her.
— G.A. Aiken, About a Dragon
Tell me, Nana,If for example we had been a love couple,Would a hug have been enough to wash away my sadness?Or then; does every single being carry this loneliness, like a burden?I wans't intending to monopolizing youI just wanted you to need me.
— Ai Yazawa, NANA: The Complete Series