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I don't know what hurts more...those moments I ache for you to be here or those moments when you are here and I wonder if it is the last time I will feel you.
— Kat Daughtry, Steamfate
I never said I was sad, I’m just pessimistic,” said Alecto. “Expect the worst, that way you’ll never be disappointed, Mandy Valems.
— Rebecca McNutt, Super 8: The Sequel to Smog City
When life gives you a hundred reasons to cry, show life that you have a thousand reasons to smile.Laura Miller - Butterfly Weeds
— Laura Miller
There are moments in life where I wonder whether things can get worse. I'm on a plane, with my new husband, whose enthusiasm for this whole thing seems to be flagging, and it's in this deep moment of self-pity that I register–with absolute horror–that I've also just started my period.I look down at my white jeans and stifle a sob...
— Christina Lauren, Sweet Filthy Boy
It’s like they were worried that I’d be alone all day brooding and painting my cabin black or something—sheesh.
— Melissa Walker, Unbreak My Heart
But she hadn't been able to take root. She'd remembered the wrong things, and forgotten too much. She'd remembered how to kill and how to hate, and she'd forgotten how to grow.
— Naomi Novik, Uprooted
Have you ever loved someone so much that even when they chip pieces away from you, you still try to give them what’s left? I know I have… I know I do.
— Danielle Esplin, Give It Back
The saddest thing is that every love has an unhappy ending, and all the more unhappy in proportion to how divinely it began, with what wings it first took flight.
— Charles Baudelaire, La Fanfarlo
A familiar sensation sparks inside me, the one I had a few years ago, the one that hurts because it’s dangerous and overwhelming. Knowing how it is to truly love someone is torturous. You try to bury that feeling. So you become lonely, deprived, and when you sense anything remotely like it, the emotion comes back to haunt you. It’s one sick fucking game.
— Danielle Esplin, Give It Back
Tessa never could look at him without a tightening in her chest, a painful stutter of her heart.
— Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince
You are my son Dantés! You are the child of my captivity. My priestly office condemned me to celibacy: God sent you to me both to console the man who could not be a father and the prisoner who could not be free
— Alexandre Dumas, The Count of Monte Cristo
I'm losing weight, you notice, Pop?
— Arthur Miller, Death of a Salesman
Don’t promise when you’re happy, don’t reply when you’re angry, and don’t decide when you’re sad.
— Ziad K. Abdelnour
It is the blight man was born for. It is Margaret you mourn for.
— Gerard Manley Hopkins
If only I knew... If only baby... If only...
— Anya
I'm that person everyone replaces after a while.
— Danae Brunet
I just want to feel important to someone.
— Danae Brunet
Her tragedy, if she had one, was to be as normal and average as any child ever born.
— Holly Black, The Darkest Part of the Forest
Finally those you love are simply ... those you love.
— Anne Rice, The Queen of the Damned
People used to recognize it as mood.Science has revealed it as cannabinoids.When you feel sad, just do long running.Then you will know that even mood can be governed.
— Toba Beta, Master of Stupidity
In the dark, the little live Christmas tree, two feet tall, sparkled with tiny coloured lights, like the tears I saw glistening in my brother's eyes.
— V.C. Andrews, Flowers in the Attic
A Colder breeze lifted a dead leaf to the roof and sent it scuttling merrily on its way to catch in my hair. It crackled dry and brittle when Chris plucked it out and held it, just staring down at a dead maple leaf as if his very life depended on reading its secret for knowing how to blow in the wind. No arms, no legs, no wings... bit it could fly when dead.
— V.C. Andrews, Flowers in the Attic
Life is brutal that way... the loss of irrecoverable moments amid trivia and distraction.
— Dan Simmons
We live forever
—  but they don't come back.
Things change as minds change. Egos and prides vanish in the darkness of night. The false mask of vanity burns in the natural propensity to be happy. Who wants to be sad, after all?
— Girdhar Joshi, Some Mistakes Have No Pardon
When in life you are destined great, but fated to a humble background, it always gets really worse before it gets really better.
— Darmie O-Lujon
We climbed under the chain fence and knelt around Dad while he petted the cheetah. By then a few people had begun to gather. One man was calling to us to get back behind the chain fence. We ignored him. I knelt close to the cheetah. My heart was beating fast, but I wasn’t scared, only excited. I could feel the cheetah’s hot breath on my face. He looked right at me. His amber eyes were steady but sad, as if he knew he’d never see the plains of Africa again.
— Jeannette Walls (Author), The Glass Castle
Twenty years have intervened; for ten of them I lived and fought for Dejah Thoris and her people, and for ten I have lived upon her memory.
— Edgar Rice Burroughs, A Princess of Mars
People don't like to talk about death because it makes them sad.
— Colleen Hoover, Slammed
He hated this feeling of free-floating, just drifting from place to place, thought to thought, without any sense of anchor or root.
— Nora Roberts, Whiskey Beach
I was just beginning to relax when the radio crackled to life, and nearly gave me a heart attack."I see something, I see something!" Maddy was screaming and sounded terrified. "I see something moving!"There was a weird, muffled sound, and then Skylar’s voice came on. "Please disregard that emergency broadcast.  Madeline has just seen her first cow.
— V.L. Dreyer
It was just right to be all by myself. Nobody to bother about.
— Devanshi Gupta, The Secret of Volcanic Island
We take the names of madmen, because madness is our fate. Terribly melodramatic, that.
— Michael Grant
I never fear death... for me it's only a new beginning.
— Ili Ann
People aren't born sad
—  we make them that way.
How odd it is that we so often weep for each other’s distresses, when we shed not a tear for our own!
— Anne Brontë, The Tenant of Wildfell Hall
These people all fling themselves at me. Because I am uneasy and sad they all fling themselves at me larger than life. But I can put my arm up to avoid the impact and they slide gently to the ground. Individualists, completely wrapped up in themselves, thank God. It's the extrovert, prancing around, dying for a bit of fun - that's the person you've got to be wary of.
— Jean Rhys, Good Morning, Midnight
Sometimes Dreams take time to come true, But it hurts when it comes true and you are not with that person with who you dreamed about it
— Paul karan
Be mule-like stubborn about your happy
— TemitOpe Ibrahim
Every now and then I have to take a backward step in giving in. Not because of expecting something in return. But because I want to see how far God has changed me from what I used to be. I guess this is the only pain of humility! To offer your own heartbeat every single day!
— Carvic Valdellon
Promise was like a precious stone, she told me: hypnotising, but after a while the weight of it could sink you.
— Meg Haston, Paperweight
So if this were a normal book about a girl with leukemia, I would probably talk a shitload about all the meaningful things Rachel had to say as she got sicker and sicker, and also probably we would fall in love and have some incredibly fulfilling romantic thing and she would die in my arms. But I don't feel like lying to you. She didn't have meaningful things to say, and we definitely didn't fall in love. She seemed less pissed with me after my stupid outburst, but she basically just went from irritable to quiet.
— Jesse Andrews, Me and Earl and the Dying Girl
What else can you tell me?” Dad stares at me. “What have you learned while you were awake?”I learned that life is so, so fragile. I learned that you can know someone for just days and never forget the impression he left on you. I learned that art can be beautiful and sad at the same time. I learned that if someone loves you, he’ll wait for you to love him back. I learned that how much you want something doesn’t determine whether you get it or not, that “no” might not be enough, that life isn’t fair, that my parents can’t save me, that maybe no one can. “Nothing much,” I mutter.
— Beth Revis, Shades of Earth
Because of the green-eyed one, I see red and that makes me blue.
— Natalya Vorobyova
We ate food that wasn't healthy. We let dirty dishes stack up in the sink. We slept too much.We talked about everything, everything but the slaughter at the mall. Our past, our future. We planned. We dreamed.
— Dean Koontz, Odd Thomas
Sad hotels existed everywhere, to be sure, but the Dolphin was in a class of its own. The Dolphin Hotel was conceptually sorry. The Dolphin Hotel was tragic.
— Haruki Murakami, Dance Dance Dance
She felt lost and misunderstood. She felt like she was drowning. Overwhelmed. Unaccepted. Alone.
— Tina J. Richardson
Then her brain caught up with her body and a trickle of uncertainty slid through her. She stilled, heart pounding, body aching with the most intense desire she’d ever known. Nathan stopped and raised his head to look down at her, his hand still cupping her breast. He was breathing as hard as she was, his eyes glittering with a hunger so raw it sliced her inside. When she didn’t say anything he started to remove his hand but she tightened her grip and held him there as she gazed into his eyes. “I can’t be just another notch on your belt, Nathan,” she whispered in an agonized voice. Not with him, it would crush her. If that’s all she was to him, she would rather stop things here than continue. She’d already battled long and hard to overcome feeling cheap and used. She wouldn’t do it again for any man, not even Nathan. The anguished look on his face made her feel terrible for saying it, but she’d had to make it clear. “No,” he insisted, leaning down to rest his forehead against hers and closing his eyes. She could feel the urgency in him, the way it strung his muscles tight, the fingers in her hair sliding open to cradle the back of her skull. The protective, possessive gesture made her melt and lean into his hold. “No, you’re not, I swear to God you’re not.
— Kaylea Cross, Avenged
It never occurred to us that the Earth itself might have been unyielding
— Toni Morrison
Thunder erupted over head as I watched him go. I felt the rain start to hit my head, getting me soaked in an instant. Before he went into his house, he turned back one more time and looked at me with those sad eyes. “Looks like you have your storm.” And then he was gone, leaving me standing out in the rain.
— Sara Massa, The Shifting Moon
A sensitive person must find a sensitive life partner otherwise a raw life partner would become a puzzle for his/her entire life
— Muhammad Anwar Jalil
My Ghost- Once, I saw a rainbow in the sky, and then, poof, it was gone. Just like the dreams I had of you everyday of my life since the day I met you. I thought we had something, but it turned out that it was just a mist in the air. A mist visible only for so long and then soon, it vanished like a ghost. You were once my knight in shining armor, but now your the pale ghost in my dreams. In my nightmares.
— Lily Frey
It's more real to me here than if I went up," he suddenly heard himself say; and the fear lest that last shadow of reality should lose its edge kept him rooted to his seat as the minutes succeeded each other.
— Edith Wharton
Isn't it always the things that you can't see that hurt you?
— Katie McGarry, Nowhere But Here
I'm just like the tree... strong-looking but slowly dying.
— Chicha Bans
She told her secret love, not me, i could’nt speak,i smiled.
— nibin
There is no greater despair, than to tread with care upon ice that is already broken
— Johnathan Jena
One last word,' I said in my horrible careful English, 'are you quite, quite sure that—well, not tomorrow, of course, and not after tomorrow, but—well—some day, any day, you will not come to live with me? I will create a brand new God and thank him with piercing cries, if you give me that microscopic hope''No,' she said smiling, 'no.''It would have made all the difference,' said Humbert Humbert.Then I pulled out my automatic-I mean, this is the kind of fool thing a reader might suppose I did. It never even occurred to me to do it.
— Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita
Sometimes a gloomy street is all a sad person needs! A magical relief may arise from the meeting of the two sad things!
— Mehmet Murat ildan
Behind the building was a field and when the potpourri scent of her cleaner made me sneeze, I went outside. There were calves there, these sweet things that watched me with less interest than I watched them. There was this raggedy one, sitting in the middle of the field, its mother nearby. I didn’t realize it was sick until it tried to get up and it couldn’t. It kept trying and it couldn’t and then, eventually—it didn’t. After a while, a truck drove in. A man and a boy got out, looked it over while its mother stood close. It was dead, the calf. Dead and too heavy to load into the truck bed, so they tied a rope around its neck, tied the other end to the truck and dragged it off the field like that. Its mother watched until it disappeared and when it was out of view, she called for it. Just kept calling for it so long after it was gone. Sometimes I feel something like that, between my mom and me. That I’m the daughter she keeps calling for so long after she’s been gone.
— Courtney Summers, All the Rage
I knew I’d be troubled, but who knew awhile meant forever?
— Dominic Riccitello
When something's fallen apart as many times as usI can't put it back together, it's not the same
— Real Friends
There is no reason for him to be in a strange land, the grim reaper holding him close, saying, "Yes, today is the day," or "No, not yet.
— Suzanne Hayes, I'll Be Seeing You
I'm trying to tell him everything will be all right, but how can I say it with a straight face? My son's no idiot. He knows when I'm lying. The medicine won't taste bad.The bath is not hot.Daddy will be safe.Lies.
— Suzanne Hayes
It wasn't the worst time when Melody left me," the Professor said. "The worst time was the years before. Because I didn't know I couldn't hate anybody that much; it was like she'd stuck a sword into me, one of those Japanese samurai swords, do you know the kind I mean? Heavy and razor sharp-and she'd stuck it in me and then she was...pushing it around." His hand rested on his stomach, remembering. "I couldn't get free from the feelings. I didn't know how frightened I could be, all the time. But whenever we had to go out together, she'd smile at me and talk to me and listen and look at me the way she did-and I wanted to hit her," he said, his voice low and ashamed.  Jeff let his head down to rest on his fists.  "When I found out how many lies she was telling me, I finally realized that she had always lied to me. About my lectures. About boyfriends; and even after she knew I knew, she'd still lie about it. I hated her. Or the bills she ran up, without asking, without telling; then she'd say she'd taken care of them but she just-ignore them. I know I looked all right to other people-maybe more of a dry stick than usual, maybe even more of boring than usual-but inside I was knotted up, all the time, because I hated her so much, and I hated myself, and I was scared." Jeff looked up at his father.  "I didn't think she'd do that to you, Jeff," the Professor said. "But she did, didn't she." Jeff nodded. He knew he was crying, but he didn't know what to do about it. Neither did the Professor. He just sat and waited, until Jeff got up to blow his nose.  "It was the lies," the Professor said. "They were what really scared me. Even now, if I think about her-and the kinds of things she says....I don't know what she told you, but I never was sorry I'd married her or loved her because of you. You always made a difference, made a real difference, from the very beginning. I always knew that, inside me, but I didn't bother to learn how to show you. I'm sorry, Jeff, I should have taken the trouble.
— Cynthia Voigt, A Solitary Blue
Smileshe told about her secret love, not me, i could’nt speak,i smiled.
— nibin
Don't be sad because I'm dying, be happy because very second another great human being is born, another person that ill have chances to do greater things than me.
— Emma Claeys
I hope you find someone who knows how to love you when you are sad.
— Nikita Gill
This is me being sad.Maybe you think I'm being happy in this picture. Really I'm being sad but pretending I'm being happy. I'm doing that because I think people won't like me if I look sad.
— Michael Rosen
So I can’t explain why, for the next twenty minutes, I stand at the window quietly willing him with my mind to come inside and erase the distance between us.
— Colleen Oakley, Before I Go
On the way home Mary Lou said, "Some things are so sad you can't say them." But I pretended not to hear.
— Joyce Carol Oates, The Mammoth Book of Modern Ghost Stories
How many times do I have to say I’m sorry before you believe it? That I acknowledge I made a terrible mistake and have done everything I know how to fix it? How can you just freeze me out after that and walk away from everything we had?” Hurt and resentment swelled inside him, mixing with the anger in a toxic, chaotic mess. “You walked away first,” he shot back. “That was your choice.” Then I made mine. It was a low blow, even if it was true. But he refused to feel guilty about it, even under the circumstances. He hadn’t wanted to have this conversation, but she’d insisted, and he wouldn’t lie to her about the way things stood. Honor’s chin came up, her tears evaporating as her eyes sparked with fresh anger. “I did,” she admitted quietly, her control merely emphasizing the loss of his own. “I did walk away and it was the absolute worst mistake of my life. I’m sorry, Liam. See? I’m a big enough person to admit it to your face. Are you?
— Kaylea Cross, Collateral Damage
The present was the thing--work to do and someone to love. But not to love too much, for he knew the injury that a father can do to a daughter or a mother to a son by attaching them too closely: afterward, out in the world, the child would seek in the marriage partner the same blind tenderness and, failing probably to find it, turn against love and life
— F. Scott Fitzgerald
Father, it’s Wistala. Wistala.”Father grimaced. “You’re a star, Wistala — I saw you twinkling beneath dear Irelia last night. You, Auron, and Jizara all in a row. I’ll be up there soon. Wait.
— E.E. Knight, Dragon Avenger
He put his arms around me. We were both feeling miserable. How were we to know we were happy, even then? Because we at least had that: arms, around.
— Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid's Tale
No! Please no," she feels the cool metalof the handcuffs again. "Please, I'mMadison, I'm Madison!"Her arms lock into place above her head.She jerks her body, pain snapping at hermuscles."You can stay like this for the day." Herises from the bed, bends down, andblows out the candles on her birthdaycake. "Night, night, Rosie.""No!"He opens the door, letting a stream ofsunlight into the room."Please don't leave me here, please!"And then the door closes, and thesunlight is gone.
— Kay Botha, Hush
However, if you're cursed as I am with a love of storytelling and adventures in galaxies far, far away, and mythical creatures from fictional lands who are more real to you than actual people with blood and bones---which is to say, people who exist---well, let me be the first to pass on my condolences.Because life is rarely what you imagined it would be.
— David Arnold
In the distance, Amanda heard the sirens. Just a little bit longer. She didn't know what was wrong with her, but she was scared of dying before she had the chance to tell Ryker goodbye. In their capable hands, though, surely they could keep her alive long enough for him to return. They had to.
— Rose Wynters, My Wolf Fighter
Something inside of me began to tear.
— Michelle Hodkin, The Unbecoming of Mara Dyer
Helpful is happy.Selfish is sad.(It's not uncommon to confuse the two.)
— Richelle E. Goodrich, Making Wishes
But I couldn’t block out the sound of his voice. “Hayden wasn’t the son I expected to have,” he said. “I’d imagined playing catch in the yard, watching football on the weekends, going fishing. The things I’d done with my dad; the things I do with Ryan. It was the only kind of relationship I knew how to have with a son.” His voice cracked. “But my second son didn’t enjoy any of those things. He loved music and video games and computers. I didn’t know how to talk to him. And now I’ll spend the rest of my life wishing I’d learned how.” He lowered his head, as if he were trying to hide the fact that he was crying.
— Michelle Falkoff, Playlist for the Dead
Sorrow comes with so many defense mechanisms. You have your shock, your denial, your getting wasted, your cracking jokes, and your religion. You also have the old standby catchall--the blind belief in fate, the whole "things happening for a reason" drill.But my personal favorite defense has always been anger, with its trusty offshoots of self-righteous indignation, bitterness, and resentment.
— Emily Giffin, Baby Proof
I should be happy, but instead I feel nothing. I feel a lot of nothing these days. I've cried a few times, but mostly I'm empty, as if whatever makes me feel and hurt and laugh and love has been surgically removed, leaving me hollowed out like a shell.
— Jennifer Niven, All the Bright Places
A string of thoughts run through my head like a song I can't get rid of, over and over in the same order: I am broken. I am a fraud. I am impossible to love.
— Jennifer Niven, All the Bright Places
So don't come in here acting like you matter. You left and took your high horse with you," he takes another step in my direction. My throat constricts.He's not finished, "And you show up here at my club thinking you can just waltz right in and have a say? No bitch.
— Bink Cummings, The Diary of Bink Cummings: Vol 2
Wrists are made for bracelets, not cutting.
— Kellin Quinn
I made promises to you that I'm not sure I can keep.
— Judy Blume, Forever . . .
This sweet-bitter scentIs still making me faintEnduring the painThat makes me insane.Trying to smile everydayTo hide the feelings I bearHide in bed and layPraying to ease the fear.The scent of perfumeIs the reason of my consciousnessIt wakens the inner loomAnd brings back the memories.
— angie pandan
Well, I've got an idea," said Rabbit, "and here it is. We take Tigger for a long explore, somewhere where he's never been, and we lose him there, and next morning we find him again, and--mark my words--he'll be a different Tigger altogether." "Why?" said Pooh. "Because he'll be a Humble Tigger. Because he'll be a Sad Tigger, a Melancholy Tigger, a Small and Sorry Tigger, an Oh-Rabbit-I-am-glad-to-see-you Tigger. That's why." "Will he be glad to see me and Piglet, too?" "Of course." "That's good," said Pooh. "I should hate him to go on being Sad," said Piglet doubtfully. "Tiggers never go on being Sad," explained Rabbit.
— A.A. Milne, The House at Pooh Corner
Death is beautiful, part of life... No, it is sad. It’s sad when anyone dies. Even though every single human dies. So it’s really not that sad.
— Harris Wittels
The sound of life, Everyone has got their own song playing in the background of their life , some has melody and some has depressing music and some extra ordinary people are standing their choosing the type of music that they want to play - Be that kind of people.
— Alamvusha
The sea was no stranger to the rock on the beach. The sea came often to the rock, rushing up wetly against its warm grey, and always as it swept away it took an infinitesimal part of the rock with it. The rock had known the waves for a long time, and learned it was in its nature to erode.
— Chew Chia Shao Wei, The Rock and the Bird
You don't know what it's like to grow up with a mother who never said a positive thing in her life, not about her children or the world, who was always suspicious, always tearing you down and splitting your dreams straight down the seams.
— Junot Díaz, The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao
Her eyes are sad.My thoughts are sadder.And you can't fall in love with me.She slowly walks inside, avoiding my gaze as she watches her feet with each step.They're the saddest steps I've ever seentaken.I close the door.It's the saddest door I've ever had to close.
— Collleen Hoover
Hurt. Enough to want to make someone else hurt too.
— Ellen Hopkins, Burned
You broke my heart.I fell for you and you broke my heart.Period, done, end of story.
— Lauren Oliver, Vanishing Girls
Underwater madness slipping into a haze, drowning and choking in repugnant nostalgic thoughts.
— Karen Quan, Write like no one is reading
She looked at the boy. He knew her weakness for storytelling. And it was, after all, only a story. Still, she wished he had chosen a happier one.
— Marie Rutkoski, Bridge of Snow
I was the big sister. I was supposed to set and example and lead the way so people would say, 'Hey, you're Alex's sister, aren't you? You two look exactly alike!' instead of 'Hey, you're Alex's sister, aren't you? Are you crazy, too?'The only example I was ever going to set for her was to always check her food before she ate it.
— Francesca Zappia, Made You Up
Don't worry, all is well. All is so perfectly, damnably well.
— David Mitchell, Cloud Atlas
I set down in a chair by the window and tried to think of something cheerful, but it warn't no use. I felt so lonesome I most wished I was dead.
— Mark Twain
Now I was falling faster than a comet plummeting to the earth, just waiting to create a giant explosion. Just like a comet, I had no idea exactly how much damage I would leave in my wake.
— Stormy Smith, Bound by Duty
Some mornings when I wake up, it takes a long time to remember who I am. Like, it takes a while for everything that's happened in last month to download into my brain. It's nice, not knowing. Even if it's just for five minutes.
— Scott Westerfeld, So Yesterday
But we who remain shall grow oldWe shall know the coldOf cheerlessWinter and the rain of Autumn and the stingOf poverty, of love despised and of disgraces,And mirrors showing stained and aging faces, And the long ranges of comfortless yearsAnd the long gamut of human fears...But, for you, it shall forever be spring,And only you shall be forever fearless, And only you have white, straight, tireless limbs,And only you, where the water-lily swimsShall walk along the pathways thro' the willows Of your west. You who went West, and only you on silvery twilight pillows Shall take your restIn the soft sweet gloomsOf twilight rooms...
— Ford Madox Ford
I just wish that God or my parents or Sam or my sister or someone would just tell me what's wrong with me. Just tell me how to be different in a way that makes sense.
— Stephen Chbosky
She knows there are traps everywhere that can make her cry, she knows the way she dies a little every time someone asks her for change and she doesn't give it to them means that she's too soft for this world or perhaps just for this city, she feels so small here.
— Emily St. John Mandel
He was every angel and every devil.
— Maggie Stiefvater, Forever
Sometimes people gone but the memories stay in our memories . . . . . .
— Awais Waleed Ismail
It was a broken world, I knew then, that would allow a boy such as me to bury a boy such as William K.
— Dave Eggers
Sam," she said."I'm trying!""Sam," she repeated."No," he spat, hearing her tone. "No!"He began screaming for help then. Celaena pressed her face to one of the holes in the grate. Help wasn't going to come-not fast enough."Please," Sam begged as he beat and yanked on the grate, he tried to wedge another dagger under the lid. "Please don't."She knew he wasn't speaking to her.The water hit her neck."Please," Sam moaned, his fingers now touching hers. She'd have one last breath. Her last words."Take my body home to Terrasen, Sam," she whispered. And with a gasping breath, she went under.
— Sarah J. Maas, The Assassin and the Empire
You don't need to hold them, Just let them choose if they want to stay or be free.You're not a rope,You're a magnet.
— Bradley B. Dalina
To be happy, be happy with what you have. To be sad, want what you deserve.
— Debasish Mridha
He was the second snowman to be melting away before her eyes, only this one was different. It was a paradox. The colder he became, the more he melted.
— Markus Zusak, The Book Thief
Maybe I'd see how you could be so certain that we had no chance...at all.
— Jason Robert Brown
Alai saw the tears but had the grace not to say so. "They're fartheads, Ender, they won't even let you take anything you own." Ender grinned and didn't cry after all. "Think I should strip and go naked?"Alai laughed, too.On impulse Ender hugged him, tight, almost as if he were Valentine. He even thought of Valentine then and wanted to go home. "I don't want to go," he said.Alai hugged him back. "I understand them, Ender. You are the best of us. Maybe they in a hurry to teach you everything.""They don't want to teach me everything," Ender said. "I wanted to learn what it was like to have a friend."Alai nodded soberly. "Always my friend, always the best of my friends," he said. Then he grinned. "Go slice up the buggers.""Yeah," Ender smiled back.Alai suddenly kissed Ender on the cheek and whispered in his ear, "Salaam.
— Orson Scott Card, Ender's Game
Jan had always been a good pianist, and now he was the finest in the world.
— Arthur C. Clarke
But most of the time, with a contented resignation that comes normally to a man only at the end of a long and busy life, he sat before the keyboard and filled the air with his beloved Bach. Perhaps he was deceiving himself, perhaps this was some merciful trick of the mind but now it seemed to Jan that this what he had always wished to do. His secret ambition had at last dared to emerge into the full light of consciousness. Jan had always been a good pianist, and now he was the finest in the world.
— Arthur C. Clarke
Have you ever had a beautiful melody stuck in your head, but you don't know where it came from? That melody is me.
— ShortSkirtsAndExplosions
Even if I die you keep living okay? Live to see the end of this world, and to see why it was born. Live to see why a weak girl like me ended up here... and the reason why you and I met.
— Lachi
I'm not going to die. Because I'm the one who will protect you!
— Asuna
No use in crying over a boy because there are plenty more just like him
— Peyton Longden
They tear each other apart. Sometimes there aren't any happy endings or logical explanations and we just have to accept that and move on. Sometimes it really is that simple.
— Sarah Ockler, Fixing Delilah
You told me how much you hate me when yesterday you told me how much you love me, what happen?
— Kenneth C. Agudo
I asked Raghav, as we were looking over the wasteland, if the Muslims they burnt would beg for their lives. "Yes they would say, Have mercy on us. But we were filled with such hate; we had Radhabi Chawl on our minds. And even if there was one who said, Let him go, there would be ten others saying, No kill him. And so we had to kill him. "But what if he was innocent?"Raghav looked at me. "His biggest crime was that he was Muslim.
— Suketu Mehta
its more a trance, jonah said. the whole world is pressing in on me, like a weight on my chest, slowly pushing me down ans down. and there's nothing between me and this weight but my flimsy skin. Its not enough. It won't protect me. It doesn't keep anything out. The outside will keep pressing until my ribs are crushed.
— Natalie Standiford
...I was there when we opened the gates. Some of these poor wretches running out were so emaciated they actually died from the excitement of being liberated. I saw it happen several times. These people in the camps – they were like walking skeletons. You could see all their bones. The gates opened and the people ran out yelling, "I'm free! I'm free!" And some of them died right there. I was horrified to see what the SS had done to these people. - Roy Gates
— Marcus Brotherton, We Who Are Alive and Remain: Untold Stories from the Band of Brothers
perhaps like me she's vainly hopingand some news awaits,but the moist earth already holds himin her strong embrace...
— Nikola Vaptsarov
Hole..." He grips Risa's hand tighter. "Hole, Risa, hole..." And she smiles "Yes, Connor," she says. "You're whole. You're finally whole.
— Neal Shusterman, UnDivided
Secrets only ended up hurting other people.
— Elizabeth Eulberg, Better off Friends
A choice of pains. That's what living was all about.
— Audre Lorde, Zami: A New Spelling of My Name
... I was feeling so depressed I didn't even think. That's the whole trouble. When you're feeling very depressed, you can't even think
— J.D. Salinger
When the gates of mockery and abuse is opened, the heart becomes a shock absorber
— Ikechukwu Izuakor
Does wanting to die equal losing your mind?
— Ellen Hopkins, Impulse
And I remember quiet evenings trembling close to you...
— Tom Waits
It is the end of the world. Surely you could be allowed a few carnal thoughts.
— Connie Willis, Doomsday Book
Laughter is a good way to hide pain"- Leo Valdez
— Rick Riordan
In truth, she hadn't put much thought into whether she was happy before. She supposes that since she never thought about it, she must have been happy. People who are happy don't really need to ask themselves if they are happy or not, do they? They just are happy, she thinks.
— Gabrielle Zevin, Elsewhere
Even if I die, you keep living okay? Live to see the end of this world, and to see why it was born. Live to see why a weak girl like me ended up here... And the reason you and I met.
— Lachi
All the broken hearts in the world still beat
— Ingrid Michaelson
But nothing was said about chicken farming anymore. Once, long after it was too late for farming, he might catch her crying and pet her a bit. 'What's the matter, little baby? You got a fever? You want to take the night off?' She might murmur something about candling eggs, but he wouldn't be able to understand what she meant. And after a while she cried on without knowing what she meant either, as a girl cries over a bad dream long after the dream is forgotten.In time the tears dried. She could no longer cry over anything. All the tears had been shed, all the laughs had been had; all the long spent. Leaving nothing to do but to sit stupefied, night after night, under lights made soft beside music with a beat, to rise automatically when someone wearing pants pointed a finger and said 'that one there.
— Nelson Algren, A Walk on the Wild Side
What am I supposed to do when the best part of me was always you?And what am I supposed to say when I'm all choked up and you're OK?I'm falling to pieces
— The Script
It was very sad under the trees. Although spring was well advanced, in the deep shade there was nothing but death-rotten leaves, gray and white fungi, and over everything a funeral hush.
— Nathanael West
If we had met five years ago, you wouldn't have found a more staunch defender of the newspaper industry than me ... I was winning awards, getting raises, lecturing college classes, appearing on TV shows, and judging journalism contests. So how could I possibly agree with people like Noam Chomsky and Ben Bagdikian, who were claiming the system didn't work, that it was steered by powerful special interests and corporations, and existed to protect the power elite? And then I wrote some stories that made me realize how sadly misplaced my bliss had been. The reason I'd enjoyed such smooth sailing for so long hadn't been, as I'd assumed, because I was careful and diligent and good at my job ... The truth was that, in all those years, I hadn't written anything important enough to suppress ...
— Gary  Webb, Dark Alliance: The CIA, the Contras, and the Cocaine Explosion
She knew the way of things. She knew ifyou weren't always stepping lightly as a bird the wholeworld came apart to crush you. Like a house of cards.Like a bottle against stones. Like a wrist pinned hardbeneath a hand with the hot breath smell of want andwine. . . .
— Patrick Rothfuss
If that was the last event of the night, it would have made a terrible ending. It was just the beginning, though.
— John duover, Rites
This little girl's grown up by now," she said.Almost.Not quite.I wish you all a long and happy life.
— Alice Sebold, The Lovely Bones
Do you ever get the feeling that when you show someone your affection for them, you are assaulting them? Like you should probably leave them alone? Your affection, no matter how sincere, does not necessarily mean a damn thing to the person you are giving it to. Love can corner you. When you intrude on someone with your affection, you might find yourself trying to knock a strong door down with your shoulder. Either you break the door or you break yourself. Something almost always gets broken. In my mind it runs like this: I’m going to like you, whether you like it or not. I’ll wear you down until you relent and swallow this big lie I have for you. Don’t move. Don’t live. I love you.
— Henry Rollins, The First Five
But—I’m leaving.”Not without me.
— Josephine Angelini, Trial by Fire
Life is you master, or death is.
— Laini Taylor, Dreams of Gods & Monsters
Was I happy? Maybe more content thanbouncing-off-the-sofa-like-Tom-Cruise-ecstatic, but that’s still happy isn’t it?
— Lindsey Kelk, I Heart New York
We are like Humpty Dumpty and all these king's horses and all these king's men cannot put us back together again
— Gale Forman
It always starts out that way," Kanin said, and his voice was distant, as if remembering. "Noble intentions, honor among new vampires. Vows to not harm humans, to take only what is needed, to not hunt them like sheep through the night.
— Julie Kagawa, The Immortal Rules
Everything in this world exists to wear you down.
— Tite Kubo
But we know that we are no longer the same, and not only know that we are no longer the same, but know in what we are no longer the same, you wiser but not sadder, and I sadder but not wiser, for wiser I could hardly become without grave personal inconvenience, whereas sorrow is a thing you can keep on adding to all your life long, is it not, like a stamp or egg collection
— Samuel Beckett, Watt
The thing is that when you find true love.... it lives on.No matter if you two seperate but the love stays alive; broken, gasping for breath, love and affection, but in agony, waiting for everything to end. But Sadly, It lives on... in memories and thought's.
— Alamvusha
Today we're younger than we're ever gonna be
— Regina Spektor
It’s a cruel fact of war that it takes little more than applying pressure to one finger to end another person’s life. More than that, it’s a cruel fact of life that we are hardwired to follow the crowd in a moment of panic.
— Trevor D. Richardson, Dystopia Boy: The Unauthorized Files
If people were rain i was drizzle and she was a hurrican.
— John Green
There are various wounds to describe our hurts
— the deepest one is the most painful.
Your this beautiful ship that will sail a long way, and I'd only be your anchor""A ship without an anchor can never be at rest
— Dean Koontz, From the Corner of His Eye
A shabby looking old man was walking their way. It must be a relative of one of the men, wandering in the wrong direction as they often did. Where were they going to put this one? He was wearing a pulled-down hat and he had a long beard. He was weaving towards her, his feet tripping unsteadily.Even though she could not see his face, there was something oddly familiar about him. She stared hard, trying to make it out. He put up his hand and waved. She stared again. "That's your father," said Tom.
— Kate Williams, The Storms of War
It seems I am doing all the right things, when it comes to love, to the wrong people.
— Rhabubarb
But I comforted myself with the thought that the reward for every discomfort I suffered for God was a spiritual blessing.
— Kristiane Backer, From MTV to Mecca: How Islam Inspired My Life
J Abrams was driving off into the big stupid vermilion sky, and even though the color had been my favorite, I was sure that from now on, every time I looked at it I would feel nothing but sadness.
— Natalie Bina, Vermilion Departure
What was once my FUTURE is now my PAST
— lea britto starlight uzumaki
Love is like fire.Leave it alone and you will be okay,play with it and you get burnt
— Raheem Kirlew
She had awoken this morning and slipped the amethyst ring off her finger. It had felt liked a blessed release, a final shadow lifted from her heart.
— Sarah J. Maas, Heir of Fire
We are more than the worst thing that's ever happened to us. All of us need to stop apologizing, for having been to hell and come back breathing.
— Clementine von Radics
Mortals dies." said Catarina. "You've always known that, and yet you've loved them before.""Not," Magnus said, "like this."Catarina inhaled in surprise. "Oh," she said. "Oh..." She picked up her drink. "Magnus," she said tenderly. "you are impossibly stupid."He narrowed his eyes at her. "Am I?""If that's the way you feel, you should be with him," she said. "Think of Tessa. Did you learn nothing from her? About what loves are worth the pain of losing them?
— Cassandra Clare, City of Heavenly Fire
You realize you've forgiven people, your past and yourself when you don't speak bad about them anymore, even if you're encouraged to do so, even if you remember you were once brutally broken because of them... you just move on, let go, let them be and let yourself be...
— Sanhita Baruah
I really can't handle talking about this for too long because it hurts too much, but I want to say that there is one thing I've learned about people they don't get that mean and nasty overnight. It's not human nature. If you give people enough time, eventually they'll do the most heartbreaking stuff in the world.
— Jennifer Mathieu, The Truth About Alice
There're a lot of things you don't understand." Zachary smoldered his gaze at me. "I came looking for you, and then when I found out where you were, suddenly it didn't seem worth it. It wasn't you. It was everything and nothing. Life. Ma's death. Talking to anybody. Not worth it
— Madeleine L'Engle, A Ring of Endless Light
Where had they all gone to, he often pondered; those threads he had once held together, how far had they scattered, some to break, others to weave into unknown patterns? The strange randomness of the world beguiled him, that randomness which never would, so long as the world lasted, give meaning to those choruses again.
— James Hilton, Good-Bye, Mr. Chips
He was foolish enough to fall completely in love with someone who didn't think he had a heart.
— H.M. Ward, Collide
I am afraid that if I start to sob, I will never stop until I shrivel up like a raisin.
— Veronica Roth, Insurgent
When was the last time someone ran their fingers through the knots of your soul?
— Maza-Dohta
His shirt is covered in my sorrow and stained with my tears.
— H.M. Ward, The Arrangement 13: The Ferro Family
She leaned against him slightly, and his heart pounded in his chest. He let go of her hand and scooted away a bit. He could not let her like him, he was only her protector, and that's how it would remain.
— Linda Harley, Destiny's Flower
...and all the people said 'What a shame that he's dead, but wasn't he a most peculiar man?
— Paul Simon
My wandering has led me to the beginning of our journey together. I suppose it's only fitting for me to be here at that journey's end.
— Marie Lu, Champion
After a year in therapy, my psychiatrist said to me, 'Maybe life isn't or everyone.
— Larry Brown, Big Bad Love
What is it like when you lose someone you love?" Jane asked."You die, too. And you wait around for your body to catch up.
— John Scalzi, Old Man's War
The words come out of my mouth, but they don’t sound like me. I don’t sound like me. Probably because I know it’s all lies. But I can see that they’re lies that Reeve believes. He swallows them whole. His eyes go blank. Empty. He completely shuts down.
— Jenny Han, Fire with Fire
I'd love to promise a lifetime to you. I just don't have one to give.
— Kelly Rimmer, Me Without You
In you i thought i had found,someone to share lifes ups and downs.Friends then lovers, I did it right,each day with you in felt so bright.But i was a fool to think it could last,that for me your heart could beat as fast.Where i gave you my heart for free,you only ever loaned yours to me.In hindsight the warning signs were there,but i was too loved up, too happy to care.
— rmw
Life for me is just a result of experiments being performed by far more developed creatures.
— Hasil Paudyal
But things are so bad, I feel like I’m going to explode if I don’t do something.
— Margaret Peterson Haddix, Don't You Dare Read This, Mrs. Dunphrey
We took a bowl each and started eating. He went back into the little room, and by the time he returned to the table with his own bowl of food to eat with us, we had already finished. He was shocked and looked around to see if we had done something else with the food.
— Ishmael Beah, A Long Way Gone: Memoirs of a Boy Soldier
Miranda was dark, like a midnight sky. But as she fell, her eyes shone like stars themselves.
— Dyls Downs
Once the tugboat takes you out to the ocean liner, you got to get all the way on board. Can't straddle both decks.
— Katherine Patterson
Each night, when I go to sleep, I die. And the next morning, when I wake up, I am reborn.This means the when you go to sleep you close your eyes and you are and look like you are dead but then when you wake up it looks like you are reborn because you are up and ready.
— Mahatma Gandhi
I was so happy that my mother, father, and two brothers had somehow found one another. Perhaps my mother and father have gotten back together, I thought.
— Ishmael Beah, A Long Way Gone: Memoirs of a Boy Soldier
I love nine hundred and ninety nine facial expressions of Jemma Garner, none of them is sad look.
— Rea Lidde, Haven
Now you're dead, and I'm buried.
— Cath Crowley
It's been a year and 3 months since we've kissed, and I rather have the ghost of his mouth on my lips than kiss anyone else.
— Alishah Khan
Another day another life Passes by just like mine It's not complicated Another mind Another soul Another body to grow old It's not complicated
— Ed Sheeran
I’m so fucking tired of being alone. I was scared that he’d tell me to fucking leave. Because that means going back to a life I can’t see for myself anymore.
— Krista Ritchie, Hothouse Flower
Sarra looked at her daughter and said reproachfully, "Speaking of war, I never raised you to be always fighting and killing. That's not woman's work.""It's needful, Ma. You taught me a woman has to know how to defend herself.""I never!" gasped Sarra, indignant."You taught me when you were murdered in your own house," Daine said quietly.
— Tamora Pierce, The Realms of the Gods
I felt angry, frustrated.I felt I didn't belong, not in my,church, not in my home, not in my skin.
— Ellen Hopkins, Burned
it is horrible being all alone.
— J.R.R. Tolkien, The Hobbit
If beauty is pain — let me get lost in it. If you’re my salvation — I want to earn it. If love is all I have to give — then let me give it. You. It’s all for you.” Gabe’s eyes opened and locked in on mine. “How can I prove that what I feel is real? You ask for truth I give you lies. You ask for joy I make you cry. But I don’t want to lose you. Not like this. Not when I’ve left your heart in such a mess. Give me one chance — I’m letting go of the past — but I need you here to know.” “If beauty is pain — let me get lost in it. If you’re my salvation — I want to earn it. If love is all I have to give — then let me give it. You, it’s all for you.” He paused, hitting the last few notes, and the song ended. Gabe’s smile lit up the room. But I was frozen in place. Me. He’d sung that to me.
— Rachel Van Dyken, Toxic
Sometimes stars do fall to earth. It was true. They did and then became commonplace like the rest of the dirt on the planet. His star was one of a kind.He would never allow her to be like any other. Never allow her to be common or sullied.No, her place was in the sky. With her family. With her stinking pet wolf. Never with him. "Have a nice life, princess.
— Sherrilyn Kenyon, Dance with the Devil
We are so keen in our #pursuitofhappiness that we forget to be #happy!!
— Twinkle (Sugandha) Varshney