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She's going to keep up her public facade of stoicism and generosity and getting on with thungs. She knows she can do it, she can do the stiff upper lip thing. I will survive. But behind closed doors the going is rough. It's when she is alone that it hits her. And she is often alone, too often, she things no one should have to be alone as much as she is. It should have been me: her mind is a morass of old songs now, Errol Brown started it. It should have been me.
— Kate Pullinger, Weird Sister
The memory of how he felt when he cared about her was going to be the most painful thing after he began to hate her.
— Amy Tintera, Ruined
I yearned for everything long gone.
— Osamu Dazai, Schoolgirl
...shiny trinkets and frivolous spending make people forget what world they're living in.
— Beth  Lewis, The Wolf Road
A shower is the perfect place for crying. No one can hear you if you do it quietly, into a wash-cloth, with the water running.
— Suzanne Supplee, Artichoke's Heart
I go about saying how pained and tormented, how lonely and sad I feel, but what do I really mean by that? If I were to speak the truth, I would die.
— Osamu Dazai, Schoolgirl
Quite a metaphor. The person in the most pain wins. Does that mean I get a Blue Ribbon?
— Tom Perrotta
I don't like romance, I don't like sadness. The sadness motion is negative one... as much you are sad as more deeper you go and you want to return the thing which you can't.
— Deyth Banger
How did someone help someone whose world was breaking apart?
— Kristine E. Brickey
I think it happens to everyone as they grow up. You find out who you are and what you want, and then you realize that people you've known forever don't see things the way you do. And so you keep the wonderful memories, but find yourself moving on.
— Adhish Mazumder
He looked very tired, a regard which manifested itself not in dark circles, or pallor, but a dreamy and bright-cheeked sadness.
— Donna Tartt
I know sadness has its own purpose, i know sad doesn't take away or diminish happy, they are two different things which exists together, netted into life, i know sadness is the end of something and initiation of everything else; until it is not...its just...i've gone through a lot..I'm just tired of being sad...tired of being tired (Ejump,2016)
— Ejump Schiffler
Horror is a shock, a time of utter blindness. Horror lacks every hint of beauty. All we can see is the piercing light of an unknown event awaiting us. Sadness, on the other hand, assumes we are in the know... The light of horror thus lost its harshness, and the world was bathed in a gentle, bluish light that actually beautified it.
— Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being
I close my eyes and press my face into his shirt and howl against him, liquid agony pouring from me. He smooths my hair from my face and continues to murmur, but he never shushes me, never tells me to stop. Never tells me it'll be all right. He knows life too well to believe such lies.
— Aprilynne Pike, Glitter
Wearing an antique bridal gown, the beautiful queen of the vampires sits all alone in her dark, high house under the eyes of the portraits of her demented and atrocious ancestors, each one of whom, through her, projects a baleful posthumous existence; she counts out the Tarot cards, ceaselessly construing a constellation of possibilities as if the random fall of the cards on the red plush tablecloth before her could precipitate her from her chill, shuttered room into a country of perpetual summer and obliterate the perennial sadness of a girl who is both death and the maiden.
— Angela Carter, The Bloody Chamber and Other Stories
Incarnation is good news not because it offers us a way out of the mess of this world, but because it shows us what God's love looks like here and now.
— Jamie Arpin-Ricci, The Cost of Community: Jesus, St. Francis and Life in the Kingdom
For a few seconds Maria did not move, or even breathe, apparently. Then she gave a sorrowful gulp and, like all little girls, even those who speak to fantastical wild boars and mercurial horses, she collapsed in desperate sobs, of the kind that come so easily to a twelve-year-old, and so hard to a person of forty.
— Muriel Barbery, The Life of Elves
I feel a sadness I expected and which comes only from myself. I say I’ve always been sad. That I can see the same sadness in photos of myself when I was small. That today, recognizing it as the sadness I’ve always had, I could almost call it by my own name, it’s so like me.
— Marguerite Duras, The Lover
No tears come, only memories. Memories and regrets.
— Anna Todd, After We Fell
Without further ado I left the place, finding my route by the marks I had made on the way in. As I walked in the dark through the tunnels and tunnels of books, I could not help being overcome by a sense of sadness. I couldn't help thinking that if I, by pure chance, had found a whole universe in a single unknown book, buried in that endless necropolis, tens of thousands more would remain unexplored, forgotten forever. I felt myself surrounded by millions of abandoned pages, by worlds and souls without an owner sinking in an ocean of darkness, while the world that throbbed outside the library seemed to be losing its memory, day after day, unknowingly, feeling all the wiser the more it forgot.
— Carlos Ruiz Zafón
There are so many sad people nowadays that sadness looks normal.
— Kate Saunders, Five Children on the Western Front
No teas come, only memories. Memories and regrets.
— Anna Todd, After We Fell
All the dreams I'd allowed myself to imagine were nothing but pages swept away by the wind.
— Freedom Matthews, Inherited
But she wasn’t the only one who was suffering, and sometimes there is comfort in the knowledge that you don’t suffer alone, sad as that is.
— Amy Harmon, The Law of Moses
No need to look to see if your former home has vanished yet into the humdrum gray behind you; you'll be able to feel it, the sudden eclipse of the tractor beam the house puts out. Of its forcefield of sadness.
— Garth Risk Hallberg
She left, never to return. I planted a tree and a seed each time I thought of her. I grew a small forest and a large garden and had no one to give the orchids to.
— Darnell Lamont Walker
...I still saw everything through the filter I had created in order to survive. I could not see the happiness that preceded the abyss. I had forced myself not to acknowledge my life's most splendid moment, in order to be able to live out the rest of my life without it. I think that was what had happened. It has changed since, but back then it was impossible for me to embrace the happiness I had lost.
— Linda Olsson
I rise from the moist crevice of thought, I beat on the shores of her holy body, I fall from the sky in silver sheets of sadness. Rise onto me my precious sun.
— A.P. Sweet, dead, but dreaming
i know you will come back to me one day,the day I've built my kingdom, the day when all my dreams are changed.and it will be better that you go back to your home, i will be in progress and you will be just an expatriate.
— Nabil TOUSSI
Mr. Knightley to be no longer coming there for his evening comfort! - No longer walking in at all hours, as if ever willing to change his own home for their's! - How was it to be endured?
— Jane Austen, Emma
...maybe, in the face of abandonment, we are all the same; maybe not even a very orderly mind can endure the discovery of not being loved.
— Elena Ferrante, Those Who Leave and Those Who Stay
People aren't born sad.We make them that way.
— Nikita Gill
I CAN'T GO ON! I FEEL LIKE NONE OF MY EMOTIONAL WOUNDS CAN HEAL! AS SOON AS IT TRIES TO HEAL, IT SHATTERS AGAIN! I CAN'T HEAL!
— Shine
All's taken away: my love and my power.The body, thrown into city it hates,Finds no joy in the sunlight. With every hourThe blood grows colder in my veins.
— Anna Akhmatova
Isn't it ironic that when you accept sadness is an inevitability of the human condition you feel happier?
— RyLee Harrison
I wasn't just crying about Will. I was crying about Seb and Shona and my job and my sister's aggression and my parent's refusal to be proud of me and Lauren's wedding and every last shit little thing that had happened to me from birth, from the big disasters like puberty, to the things that didn't even seem to matter at the time, like when I put milk in my tea last Thursday and then found out it had gone off.
— Lindsey Kelk, Always the Bridesmaid
...not to look back or feel sad about things, that home is wherever I am.
— Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch
Mearth appeared angry and disappointed briefly, but then she just gazed at the ground. “…It must be horrible, feeling all alone, is it?” she asked.“Oh, not really,” said Alecto, his eyes lifeless, his voice listless. “I’m going to be forgotten by someone who I can’t forget, though. That will be terrible… but maybe it’s better if she does forget me altogether.
— Rebecca McNutt, Shadowed Skies: The Third Smog City Novel
Her eyes are liquid and draining out of her.
— Marianne Curley, Fearless
Rune never said anything about it. But to anyone who had known him a long time, it was as if he grew a few centimetres shorter in the years that followed. As if he sort of crumpled with a deep sigh and never really breathed properly again.
— Fredrik Backman
I've always felt we're supposed to be sad as often as we’re happy. Without being forlorn, happiness has no value. I believe out there, whatever or whoever is responsible for the universe has simply made us start at the beginning before more is revealed to us. I don’t believe in a perfect existence. If it were around, we would know about it already. Erase pain and suffering and erase life. We’re being prepared for the next chapter. Being subjected to what’s considered the ultimate state of mind in the universe comes with a price-tag. What steps were at now I have no idea. But I'm excited to get to the end someday. Maybe I’ll come find you and we can swap stories sometime? Until then I value my sadness as much as my happiness. A sadness we all share.
— Evan Guerra
Honour looked so much like a child herself, confined to bed, a white nightgown, like one of those maudlin Victorian dolls. Her cheeks were red, like someone had painted them, but I knew it was from rubbing, wiping away her melancholy.
— Ruth Ahmed, When Ali Met Honour
When Your Smile At Someone's Misery, Its Does Not Shows Your Tolerance. Its Reveals lack of Tears For Feeling.
— Yaganesh Derasari
If someone's a racist, punch them in the mouth so they will be sadder, and therefore less likely to stereotype. (Even if Fargas's theory is flawed, on the upside, at least you've punched a racist in the mouth.)
— Jeff Wilser, The Good News About What's Bad for You . . . The Bad News About What's Good for You
Some people tire me emotionally, not that they personally do anything to me, but their presence. Their presence sometimes is so heavy on the heart, and I just feel smothered by them.
— Maisie16
Ever since the other boy had arrived half way through the semester, he'd been so blue, he was practically iridescent.
— Lauren Groff, Fates and Furies
I'll love you even when I can't""I'll love you even when I shouldn't
— Colleen Hoover, Confess
My beautiful swan. My savior and my undoing.
— J.A. Redmerski, The Swan & the Jackal
At times people who are extremely sad become lighthearted for the most trivial reasons, merely to obtain the relief furnished by the exactly opposite condition.
— Naguib Mahfouz, Palace Walk
To be a bear and love a she-bear, that would not be such a bad life, and would, at least, be a far better one than to keep his reason and his thoughts, with all the rest that made him human, and yet live on alone, unloved, in sadness.
— Hermann Hesse, Narcissus and Goldmund
I wanted to cry so bad, but my tears are inside. A blindfold keeps them there. I can’t see today. Patti, I don’t know anything.
— Patti Smith, Just Kids
My mother’s eyes were incomprehensible; they were dark stages where dimly seen mob scenes were staged and all one ever sensed was tumult and drama, and no matter how long one waited, the lights never went up and the scene never was explained.
— Harold Brodkey, First Love and Other Sorrows: Stories
She's too sad to be beautiful. No one that sad can still be beautiful.
— Paul Auster
The perennial sadness of a girl who is both death and the maiden.
— Angela Carter
«I’ve never been to a funeral until today. I see dazzling arrangements of red, yellow, and purple flowers with long, green stems. I see a stained-glass window with a white dove, a yellow sun, a blue sky. I see a gold cross, standing tall, shiny, brilliant. And I see black. Black dresses. Black pants. Black shoes. Black bibles. Black is my favorite color. Jackson asked me about it one time.“Ava, why don’t you like pink? Or yellow? Or blue?” ”I love black,” I said. ”It suits me.” ”I suit you,” he said. I’m not so sure I love black anymore.And then, beyond the flowers, beneath the stained-glass window, beside the cross, I see the white casket. I see red, burning love disappear forever. As we pull away, my eyes stay glued to the casket. It’s proof that sometimes life does not go on. I look around. If tears could bring him back, there’d be enough to bring him back a hundred times. That’s not what I’m thinking. I’m thinking, I hate good-byes. It’s like I was a garden salad with a light vinaigrette, and Jackson was a platter of seafood Cajun pasta. Alone, we were good. Together, we were fantastic.Memories might keep him alive. But they might kill me.»
— Lisa Schroeder, I Heart You, You Haunt Me
There lives a weeperin each of us-a silent mourner honoring our despairwhen our willingness slain by helplessness continues to resurrect to be slaughtered again
— Munia Khan
Superstition, she said. Soup with a bonobo finger in it is supposed to make a pregnant woman give birth to a strong baby. Putting another finger in the bathwater keeps the baby strong. "I hope the stupid polio", I said, and surprised myself by even sort of meaning it. I kissed the top of the bonobo's head. I imagined him in his crate, crying against the bars, someone lifting him out only to chop off a finger. Plunging him back into the crate, then pulling him out a few days later to take another....
— Eliot Schrefer, Endangered
If Molly had not been so entirely loyal to her friend, she might havethought this constant brilliancy a little tiresome when brought intoevery-day life; it was not the sunshiny rest of a placid lake, it wasrather the glitter of the pieces of a broken mirror, which confusesand bewilders.
— Elizabeth Gaskell
She rode toward the sunsetin her fathers worn down car.A breeze picked up strands of her hairthrough the open windowwhile a cigarette burned between her lips.He told her stories of honey and milkas he replaced the grass with mud.
— Rebecca Rijsdijk, Portraits of Girls I never Met
They're going to get the death penalty. They'll be strung up and made to be laughed at out in the streets and made examples of!
— Brad McKinniss, Beast Machine
I AM A FATHERLESS FATHER FOR MINE IS GONE,HIS DEATH A MYSTERY, HE IS HISTORY, AND THAT IS WHY I LOOK ONLY UPON YOU FOR YOUR JUST GUIDANCE MY FAITHFUL GOD.
— Kgosietsile Martin Timothy
Do you know how many people would give anything for what you have? Not the fame or wealth—the opportunity to wake up tomorrow healthy, pain free and with a future stretching out before them?
— Sarah Grimm, Wrecked
When you’re gone and people remember you, what will they say about you? That you were happy, generous and kind? That you loved big? Or that you were the drunken singer in a rock band?
— Sarah Grimm, Wrecked
It occurred to her that all the bad parts of life, the sad parts, the frightening ones, were meant to be offset by moments and memories like this. She had to be present in it, right here, right now.
— Martina Boone, Persuasion
What a wonderful sadness to miss the one you have loved forever, it seems, and know that she is waiting at home.
— Dan Groat, An Enigmatic Escape: A Trilogy
When a human being is born the first thing he does is crying.. The rest of his life he'll spend discovering why...
— Erik Tanghe
Most of you have been where I am tonight. The crash site of unrequited love. You ask yourself, How did I get here? What was it about? Was it her smile? Was it the way she crossed her legs, the turn of her ankle, the poignant vulnerability of her slender wrists? What are these elusive and ephemeral things that ignite passion in the human heart? That's an age-old question. It's perfect food for thought on a bright midsummer's night.
— Sybil Adelman
Always give but never expect. Giving is happiness
—  disappointment is sadness.
He felt, in a way so familiar as to be almost dreary, the chosen victim of the gods, the self-admitted traitor, the one destined for judgment.
— Iris Murdoch
Sadness comes from expectations. To be happy, adapt to everything and expect nothing.
— Debasish Mridha
The sad thing was in the knowing that all their nerve would get them nowhere in the world and that they were lost as all the people in Brooklyn seem lost when the day is nearly over and even though the sun is still bright, it is thin and doesn’t give you warmth when it shines on you.
— Betty Smith
She resents the chipped paint of the table and the dingy closet they call a dressing room. (Dark City Lights)
— Annette Meyers
There must be some atom of our life hidden here, lingering in this quiet somewhere.
— Sonali Deraniyagala
It was quite a sad thing,the way I watched you sleep like nothing could go wrong and I did not want to harm it, I did not want to blur it, but how could I notwhen everything I’ve ever known has slowly gone away.
— Charlotte Eriksson, You're Doing Just Fine
There's her silence, loud as a roar, pulling at me like the greatest sadness ever, like I want to take it and press myself into it and just disappear forever down into nothing.What a relief that would feel like right now. What a blessed relief.
— Patrick Ness, The Knife of Never Letting Go
I kiss your tear-stained cheeks, tasting the saltiness of a hidden sea of sorrow.
— John Mark Green
Do not think that I am not sad, though I laugh.
— Bram Stoker, Dracula
He knew too well the sting of loneliness and how over time it stole you away, piece by piece, until a mere shell remained.
— Katherine McIntyre, Hunting for Spring
The winds shook off in unison and yipped beneath the gleaming stars.She gave him her lips. They kissed.And she was in love with the thunder.
— Ali Shaw, The Man Who Rained
But there are not two laws, that was the next thing I thought I understood, not two laws, one for the healthy, another for the sick, but one only to which all must bow, rich and poor, young and old, happy and sad. He was eloquent. I pointed out that I was not sad. That was a mistake. Your papers, he said, I knew it a moment later. Not at all, I said, not at all. Your papers! he cried. Ah my papers.
— Samuel Beckett, Molloy, Malone Dies, The Unnamable
It was lonely to be so perfect in all respects.
— Vann Chow, Shanghai Nobody
Do you found a new companion?after one day? one week? one month?congratulations, you was cheating on me !!
— Nabil TOUSSI
It had been a month before then that I'd sat on the bathroom floor and now it was back, the feeling that I was watching life through a thick pane of glass and that, whatever was out there, I wasn't designed for it.
— T.R. Richmond
I met death for the last time realizing that he, the creature I called, it because I did not want to believe came for me... Collecting.
— Jessica Reader, The Tragedy of Death An Anthology Of Dark Things
September was a thirty-days long goodbye to summer, to the season that left everybody both happy and weary of the warm, humid weather and the exhausting but thrilling adventures. It didn't feel like fresh air either, it made me suffocate. It was like the days would be dragging some kind of sickness, one that we knew wouldn't last, but made us uncomfortable anyway. The atmosphere felt dusty and stifling.
— Lea Malot
Frightened people live in their own special hell.
— Stephen King, Revival
I shall never be very merry or very sad, for I am more prone to analyse than to feel.
— H.P. Lovecraft
Sad.” She lets out a bitter laugh. “Life is full of sadness. It’s part of being a woman. Our lives are lived for the sake of others. Our happiness is never factored in. Do I want this life? Living here and seeing my husband a few times a year, raising my daughter alone? I don’t know what it was like for you in America, but this is how life is. This is reality. But this advice is coming too late. It’s meaningless now.
— Aisha Saeed, Written in the Stars
In all you do, try being a WOW, and not a woe.
— Anthony Liccione
Besides being the world the kind of sadness that can not be expressed in tears. You can not explain it to anyone. Unable to take any shape, settles quietly in the bottom of the heart as snow during the windless night.
— Haruki Murakami, Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World
I always hated...all sad songs. I thought they made happy people miserable. Now I think I understand them better. Bards write them because they can't hold them back. Sadness has got to flow out or it gets stuck and turns bitter.
— Jonathan Renshaw, Dawn of Wonder
. . . if there was a hope of comfort for any moment, the heart or head of no human being in this house could yield it . . .
— Charlotte Brontë, Villette
Things at the worst will cease, or else climb upwardTo what they were before.
— William Shakespeare
And if I am comfortable with it, why do I still call it loneliness? Because--and I think somehow she would understand this--you can have and recognize a sadness in your alienation and in other people's alienation and still not long to be around anyone. I think that if you wonder about other people's loneliness, or contemplate it at all, you've got a real leg up on being comfortable on your own.
— Dana Spiotta, Eat the Document
Sweetie, if love could take away sadness, I'd be the happiest woman on earth. Sometimes the sadness is so deep, we have to sift through all the layers before we can find it and send it packing. That's what I'm trying to do in this place. Find my sadness.
— April Young Fritz
Mourn with those who are sorrowful.Be happy with those who are joyful.
— Lailah Gifty Akita, Think Great: Be Great!
They talk about prohibition in America. What can one do in a country such as that?   'What does one do in America when one is sad - without alcohol?' asks Zwonimir.
— Joseph Roth, Hotel Savoy
The deepest wretchedness often results from a perpetual continuation of petty trials.
— L.G. Abell, A Mother's Book of Traditional Househould Skills
Be not in despair
—  let those tears of sadness grow into flowers.
I’ve created the most beautiful things out of my sadness.
— Anonymous
Sometimesthe things that make you cryare more beautifulthan the thingsthat make you laugh.
— Sanober  Khan
I wish R.I.P meant Return If Possible...
— A Friend of Yours
I said I love youwhen what I meant to say was"I’m afraid of being alone."I said I need youwhen what I meant to say was"I need to learn how to love myself.
— Sade Andria Zabala, War Songs
No, the sadness will soften, its edges will become less rough. In time missing him will be the way you love him.
— M.J. Rose, The Witch of Painted Sorrows
...He was wrong about the sadness though: far better to have it when you're young. A sad pretty girl inspires the urge to console, unlike a sad old crone.
— Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin
A sweet slip of a girl like you, why should you have to know anything about the sorrow of the world? You just believe me when I tell you... there's no way to live your life to the full and not have a reason to shed a tear now and again. It's not a bad feeling, child. That's what a lament does. It makes you feel happy to be sad, in a strange way. D'you see?
— Clive Barker, Days of Magic, Nights of War
When something’s really bothering me, I just like to get it out. I like to completely give in to the emotion. If I pretend I’m not sad—if I try smiling through it, and pretending like everything’s fine—it makes it worse. When I give in and let it out, I feel better.
— Michelle Madow, Diamonds are Forever
For years, I had fought against my heart, because I was afraid of sadness, suffering, and abandonment. But now I knew that true love was above all that and that it would be better to die than to fail to love.I had thought that only others had the courage to love. But now I discovered that I too was capable of loving. Even if loving meant leaving, or solitude, or sorrow, love was worth every penny of its price.
— Paulo Coelho, By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept
Sadness, it was such an arresting emotion. You could almost convince yourself of the rhyme and reason of heartbreak.
— Anne Rice
The response of a loyal man against the most severe grief from their love once, is always a silence, a silence forever." T.R.Fraz
— T.R.Fraz
Kate's unhappiness was like weather, a storm rolling constantly toward or away from her, a force she could feel approaching like a hum of electrical current across her skin before it broke open, soaking her in sadness, and she would have no choice but to brace against the misery until it wore itself out on her and passed on to someone else.
— Aryn Kyle
Nothing lasts forever. Sadness has an end no matter how long it may last. The more you prepare for the end of your sadness, the more happy you will be
— Ahmed Alibage
Everything hurts until you become good at hurting everything around too.
— Sarah Keddar
Some love is so powerful after all, that it must always include sadness, because encrypted within it is the knowledge that someday it will come to an end.
— M.T. Anderson, Symphony for the City of the Dead: Dmitri Shostakovich and the Siege of Leningrad
Her tears were as much anger and frustration as sadness.
— Anamika Mishra, VoiceMates - A Novel
There will be peaks of great joy from which to crow and vales of tears out of which to climb. When and why they will happen, no one can say, but they will happen. To all of us. We will all go back and forth from one to the other countless times during a lifetime. This is not some call to bipartisanship between inimical sides. The Happy and the Sad are the same population.
— David Rakoff, Half Empty
Look," she said, and just that. That was the only time she opened her mouth, because she wanted to say something unnecessary, something that wouldn't be important or memorable, so I wouldn't have to remember her voice.We looked at the veil then, the thing that had turned her this way, and we smiled.
— Willa Valentine
April and May were painful, lonely months for me because I couldn't talk to you. I never knew that spring could be so painful and lonely. Better to have three Februaries than a spring like this.
— Haruki Murakami
This is what happens when you look back to happiness, this pain, this heart-break, this discontent
— Margaret Mitchell
I watch Ethan try to connect the dots in his head, And suddenly his face falls into a sad smile."Oh," he says. And that's all.I walk over to him, my bare feet sinking into the sand as I trudge along. He's grinning at me now, but it's not the usual plastered-on smile he usually has. This one is somehow more authentic.When I'm within a few feet of him, he holds his arms out."You're going to be such a good leader," he says. "I'm so proud of you, Five."I embrace Ethan. His arms fold around me as he pats me on the back. He lets out a long, slow sigh and then starts to say something. I cut him off before he can get the words out. I can't stand to hear him say another thing."Ethan, I'm really sorry about this. But it's for the best."I can feel his body clench as the blade slips out of my forearm sheath and into his back. It slides between his ribs-a lucky shot- then retracts back into my hoodie sleeve. It's over in an instant. I step away from him. He stands frozen, probably in shock. There's a deep spot of read blooming across the right side of his chest where the blade must have broken the skin. Blood drops down from the hidden wrist sheath, running over my right hand before falling from my fingertips to the sand."It's over," I murmur, more to myself than to Ethan. He's probably not paying much attention to what I have to say. Tears are welling in his good eye, but I don't know if they're for me or for himself. He blinks once and then falls to the beach with a soft thud.
— Pittacus Lore, Five's Betrayal
perhaps we would bear our sadnesses with greater trust than we have in our joys
— Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet
Do you think we make sad things into songs in order to hold on to the sadness or to banish it—I think it is to banish the sadness. So then if you write a happy song, is it not sadder than a sad song because by making it you have banished your own happiness into a song?
— Sarah Ruhl, In the Next Room, or the vibrator play
I know I won't live long. So I'm going to stand strong and not sit down in disbelief, hold my head up high and not waste my time wondering why my life has to be so rough and unfair. I'm going to strive and live everyday for the better until that day arrives.
— Jonathan Anthony Burkett
Condition a woman (or a man) to value submission above all other attitudes and you will produce a character type whose most readily expressed emotion will be sadness.
— Sam Keen, Fire in the Belly: On Being a Man
Nothing is forever, he thought beyond closed eyelids somewhere over Asia Minor. Maybe unhappiness is the continuum through which a human life moves, and joy just a series of blips, of islands in the stream. Or if not unhappiness, then at least melancholy.
— Salman Rushdie
Boys have a rap sheet of breaking women's heart!!
— Anita Rajbhar
Sometimes, I feel able to write lines about my life and about how I do feel everyday in such a huge book, but sometimes I either prefer to write one word that describe it or just to say nothing at all.
— Sarah Keddar
But sadness was familiar; sadness was manageable. It didn't transform her, the way the raging anger did. She could remain herself and still feel this aching grief.
— Aprilynne Pike
What bothered me the most was the hesitation in his voice when he said that— like he was running out of time.
— Katherine McIntyre, By the Sea
HlI watch Ethan try to connect the dots in his head, And suddenly his face falls into a sad smile."Oh," he says. And that's all.I walk over to him, my bare feet sinking into the sand as I trudge along. He's grinning at me now, but it's not the usual plastered-on smile he usually has. This one is somehow more authentic.When I'm within a few feet of him, he holds his arms out."You're going to be such a good leader," he says. "I'm so proud of you, Five."I embrace Ethan. His arms fold around me as he pats me on the back. He lets out a long, slow sigh and then starts to say something. I cut him off before he can get the words out. I can't stand to hear him say another thing."Ethan, I'm really sorry about this. But it's for the best."I can feel his body clench as the blade slips out of my forearm sheath and into his back. It slides between his ribs-a lucky shot- then retracts back into my hoodie sleeve. It's over in an instant. I step away from him. He stands frozen, probably in shock. There's a deep spot of read blooming across the right side of his chest where the blade must have broken the skin. Blood drops down from the hidden wrist sheath, running over my right hand before falling from my fingertips to the sand."It's over," I murmur, more to myself than to Ethan. He's probably not paying much attention to what I have to say. Tears are welling in his good eye, but I don't know if they're for me or for himself. He blinks once and then falls to the beach with a soft thud.
— Pittacus Lore
Adversity tries You Before it tries the rest
— Irfan ishaq
Being clingy may work for puppies, but not for you.
— Auliq Ice
I can’t sleep alone anymoreand I get used tocompanytoo quickly. You’re always gone too soon.
— Charlotte Eriksson, You're Doing Just Fine
She saw that he knew what loneliness was, that he understood why it might be raining inside a person even when the sun shone, that sadness needed no immediate cause.
— Jan-Philipp Sendker, The Art of Hearing Heartbeats
My health is only just good enough for myself alone, not good enough for marriage, let alone fatherhood. Yet when I read your letter, I feel I could overlook even what cannot possibly be overlooked.
— Franz Kafka
If you're stuck in a puddle, it means there's higher ground all around you, you just have to step onto it.
— Emilyann Girdner
By just living one’s life, sadness accumulates here and there, be it in the sheets hung out in the sun to dry, the toothbrushes in the bathroom, and the history logs of the mobile phone…In the last several years, I have forged ahead without any regard, just to touch what I cannot reach. Without understanding the sources from which this menacing thought surged forth from, I continued working. When I at last noticed, my heart had already become hard from the gradual loss of its youthful vitality. And on certain morning, when I at last came to an earnest realization that I had lost everything that was beautiful, I knew I was at my limits and quit the company.
— Makoto Shinkai
She is a wiry blanched creature with no beauty. Her expression reminds him of a crumpled letter – there is both sadness and anger in it.
— Glenn Haybittle, The Way Back to Florence
I felt so alone on that train... a weird, unnatural kind of alone that bore into me. It was feeling just beyond fear and somewhere to the left of sadness.
— Maureen Johnson, Let It Snow: Three Holiday Romances
Last night I had the dream again. Except it's not a dream I know because when it comes for me, I'm still awake.There's my desk. The map on the wall. The Stuffed animals I don't play with anymore but don't want to hurt Dad's feelings by sticking in the closet I might be in bed. I might be just standing there, looking foe a missing sock. Then i'm gone.it doesn't just show me somthing this time, it takes me from here to THERE> standing on the bank of a river of fire. A thousand wasps in my head. Fighting and dying inside my skull, their bodies piling up against the backs of me eyes. Stinging and stinging.Dad's voice. Somewhere across the river. Calling my name. I've never heard him sound like that before. He's so frightened he can't hide it, even though he tries (he ALWAYS tries).The dead boy floats by.Facedown. So I wait for his head to pop up, show the holes where his eye used to be, say somthing with his blue lips. One of the terrible things it might make him do. But he just passes like a chunk of wood. I've never been here before, but I know it's real. The river is the line between this place and the Other Place. And I'm on the wrong side. There's a dark forest behind me but that's not what it is. I try to get to where Dad is. My toes touch the river and it sings with pain. Then there's arms pulling me back. Dragging me into the trees. They feel like a man's arms but it's not a man that sticks its fingers into my mouth. Nails that scratch the back of my throat. Skin that tastes like dirt. But just before that, before I'm back in my room with my missing sock in my hand, I realize I've been calling out to Dad just like he's been calling out to me. Telling him the same thing the whole time. Not words from my mouth through the air, but from my heart through the earth, so only the two of us could hear it.FIND ME
— Andrew Pyper, The Demonologist
She was just so sad. Her whole face hung with it, like sadness was her personal gravity.
— Michelle Tea, Valencia
Why am I made the way I am? Why do I care about all the wrong things, and nothing at all for the right ones? Or, to tip it another way: how can I see clearly that everything I love or care about is illusion, and yet – for me, anyway – all that’s worth living for lies in that charmA great sorrow, and one that I am only beginning to understand: we don't get to choose our own hearts. We can't make ourselves want what's good for us or what's good for other people. We don't get to choose the people we are.
— Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch
Can't Live with you and I Cannot Live without you
— Yasswant
Women share their sadness, thought Edith. Their joy they like to show off to one another. Victory, triumph over the odds, calls for an audience. And that air of bustle and exigence sometimes affected by the sexually loquacious - that is for the benefit of other women. No solidarity then.
— Anita Brookner
I was so sad that day. My heart was trying to climb from my body.
— Michelle Tea, Valencia
And that's my problem. I love to be alone and hate being around people, but I love to be with people and hate being alone. I don't know what I like and I don't know what I want. Time is a difficult thing. It moves too slowly and speeds up when you finally wish it would slow down or stop. You get to the aftermath and all you have are your memories. Precious memories. The kind that make you smile and laugh like you're living it again, while a nostalgic tear falls. And then another. And then another, until you want to just forget it all to stop the painfully happy memories because at the end of the day, those - not the sad ones - are the memories that hurt us most.
— Caitlyn Paige
People who are less happy, I find, are always consoling those who are more.
— Renata Adler, Speedboat
One always has to wait until the sugar melts, the memory dies, the wound scars over, the sun sets, the unhappiness lifts and fades away.
— Simone de Beauvoir, The Woman Destroyed
Saying good-bye when you know it's for the last time is like no other sadness you will ever experience.
— Allison DuBois, Don't Kiss Them Good-bye
And in the end blood and tears are alike because they stop too.
— Elizabeth Scott, Living Dead Girl
Where were the scientific pamphlets that taught a woman how to listen to herself die?
— Gail Carriger, Heartless
Happiness found me alone one day and took me by the hand.He showed me how the sun gave out its warmth across the land.Sadness found me content and smiling upward at the sun.He talked of droughts and blindness and what burning rays had done.Happiness found me alone again and pointed to the sky.He showed me how the storms created rainbows way up high.Sadness found me intrigued and took me to the rainbow’s end.He showed me how it disappeared to ne’er return again.Happiness found me alone and taught me how to sing a song.He sang a dozen melodies as I chirped right along.Sadness found me singing out and covered up his ears.He said the noise was deafening, and wished he couldn’t hear.Happiness found me alone and gave me seven coins of gold.He showed me many fancy things that merchants often sold.Sadness found me admiring the pretty things I’d bought.He pointed out my empty purse and money I had not.Happiness found me alone and helped me talk to someone new.He called the boy my friend and said that I was his friend too.Sadness found me together with my kind, attentive friend.He whispered of betrayal and how broken hearts don’t mend.Happiness found me alone and held me tight in his embrace.He whispered kindness in my ear and kissed me on the face.Sadness found me with Happiness but before he spoke at all,I told him he’d have better luck at talking to the wall.
— Richelle E. Goodrich, Making Wishes
A man can smell a woman's sadness
— Jill Alexander Essbaum, Hausfrau
Today I saw shooting Star was looking totally like me (broken), But nothing happen to the Moon, was exactly like you
— Paul karan
Feeling like I have thorns on my body everywhere, That's by nobody want to stay in my life, They just come and leave me by saying you are everything I can wish for but they need time to be sure and after that they disappear and never come back !!
— Paul karan
How my heart and soul are feeling Today?In pieces
— Paul karan
And did with sighs their fate deplore,Since I must shelter them no more;And if before my joys were such,In having heard, and seen too much,My grief must be as great and high,When all abandoned I shall be,Doomed to a silent destiny.
— Aphra Behn
Soon enough the tears came but of course nobody came down to see if she was all right, it was just the slut in the kitchen who'd ruined their lives, getting drunk of neat gin and howling for her lost lunatic offer.
— Patrick McGrath
When you love and already have someone,you should keep the promise you take!Because you don't know, how dangerous or weak can love do.-when you hurt someone's heart.You don't notice but suddenly you losing that person.
— Redzel Romulo
I didn't even feel my face hitting the pond. Everything was darkness, glorious darkness and the final, perfect absence of pain. It was done, all of it, the running and the fighting, and the pain. After everything that I'd gone through, it was finally over, and this time, the water would carry me home.
— Seanan McGuire, Rosemary and Rue
People do not die from suicide. They die from sadness.
— Anonymous
And in the end... Not even that old familiar sensation of emptiness. Just a hint of helplessness, a frustration for a lost time from a result prematurely injured and failed.
— Irina Sopas
Same shit, different day, he thinks, but now the joy is gone and the sadness is back, the sadness that feels like something deserved, the price of some not-quite-forgotten betrayal.
— Stephen King, Dreamcatcher
It's alright to die cause death is the only thing you haven't tried
— Ed Sheeran
I have always been sensitive to vibrations and energies. Sometimes, I meet people and the hairs on the back of my neck stand up and I know that person is just wrong somehow. That their wiring is different, their moral compass screwed.
— Tabatha Stirling, Botanical Malice
She simply stared at me with such a loving expression on her face, I felt like I was her foal. Indah reached her head as far as she could around me, to press me to her. I melted. How could I live without this horse? I wrapped my arms around her neck and let my tears flow.
— Kelly Batten, One Day You'll Find Me
What’s to become of us? We can’t go on like this.”“Yes, we can go on like this,” said Cesare. “We can go on exactly like this for the rest of our lives.
— Penelope Fitzgerald
Her gaze was direct, full of a sadness so raw and crystallized that I could see the shape of it. It ringed her pupils in rusty starbursts, but she was grinning--this terrible, ferocious grin. It made her look like she wanted to tear someone's throat out.
— Brenna Yovanoff, The Replacement
I don't usually play games. I got added to one and was played.When I realize the creator I will be the coach, now that I've mastered the game.
— Rohan B Rebello
Sadness indeed paves to a philosophical thinking.
— Rohan B Rebello
She fell down fifty-five floors. It took 10.6 seconds for her to hit the ground. It took my father forty-eight hours to come back home from his business trip in Sweden.
— Chelsea Ballinger, Sinners & Saints
Oft gay and honoured robes those tortures try: We think caged birds sing, when indeed they cry.
— John Webster, The White Devil
Was I prone to sadness and melancholy? How could anyone like that? It wasn't that I wanted it; it was that I was so used to hard rains, I couldn't help expecting a cloudburst every time something nice happened and sunshine beamed down over me.
— V.C. Andrews, Pearl in the Mist
That night she dreamed of the deer. Strangely, the animal was holding her. She cuddled close into the soft fur and touched and kissed it gently. In the morning her pillow was wet with tears.
— Julie Andrews Edwards
Turn your past wound of misery and sadness into a wonder of life.
— Debasish Mridha
Sadness, forever unacknowledged, eventually becomes resentment.
— Jennifer duBois, A Partial History of Lost Causes
As she looks through the window; while seeing him give her his world, tears rolled down her cheeks in remembrance of the world she once had.
— J.B
I am floating, I thought, completely without anchor, at the mercy of the wind.
— S.J. Watson
I was so incredibly nostalgic for a life I knew I'd never, ever have again.
— Paige Harbison, New Girl
Control your “anger” because it is just ONE Letter away from “d”anger.
— Auliq Ice
We seek out other people to fight off the loneliness but it's like we're children playing at pretend. We are alone in everything we do, Livy. Alone but not without company.
— Shari Arnold, Neverland
Though the world was hazy, all I could think about was love. And how I'd never had it. How I would never understand what it felt like to fall asleep knowing another person was thinking of you. I would never have someone touch the small of my back as they steered me through a crowd. I would never know the contour of someone's face off-by-heart, and yet not be bored with it. And, as I sank to the grey, chewing-gum stained carpet, all I could think was how sad that was.
— Holly Bourne
How can I pretend that nothing happened?
— Diane Samuels
One faerie - and then we were free. Just on more swing of my arm. And maybe one more after that - maybe one more swing, up and inward and into my own heart.
— Sarah J. Maas
They see me smile, but the don't know what I feel inside.
— Joao "Nero" Lopes
The voice that says, “That’s the way I am,” is the voice of knowledge. It’s the voice of the liar living in the Tree of Knowledge in your head. The Toltec consider it a mental disease that is highly contagious because it’s transmitted from human to human through knowledge. The symptoms of the disease are fear, anger, hatred, sadness, jealousy, conflict, and separation between humans. Again, these lies are controlling the dream of our life. I think this is obvious.
— Miguel Ruiz
We'll meet again, but you're a lifetime away, and I need you now.
— Karen Quan, Write like no one is reading 2
Don't be scared of scars. They just tell stories that are hard to hear.
— Ashly Lorenzana
I finally gave in today. Admitting that I haven't been able to do it alone, that's defeat right? But do a couple pills change why I'm here? Will my spirit be altered? Do my passions change? Will I lose hope either way? My madness is what makes me. It’s my most unique beauty.
— Crystal Woods, Write like no one is reading 2
Silence is a girls loudest cry
— Nihal Ashraf Aame
In this world there is no place for sadness. No place
—  not one.
There, in the spaces between darkness and light, a sadness hangs in the air, invisible to the human eye yet heavy on the heart.
— Aline Ohanesian, Orhan's Inheritance
Thirteen days. Almost two weeks. And, just five days in, she had learned a fundamental truth about time: Like the accordion on which sometimes played old Pashto songs were played, time stretched and contracted depending on his absence or presence.
— Khaled Hosseini, A Thousand Splendid Suns
Thirteen days. Almost two weeks. And, just five days in, she had learned a fundamental truth about time: Like the accordion on which old Pashto songs were sometimes played, time stretched and contracted depending on his absence or presence.
— Khaled Hosseini, A Thousand Splendid Suns
It was only in the middle—between the immense and the minute—that sadness seemed to exist.
— Alex Latimer, The Space Race
She remembered all too well how time had dragged without him, how she had shuffled about feeling waylaid, out of balance. How she could ever cope with his permanent absence?
— Khaled Hosseini, A Thousand Splendid Suns
One by one, the thoughts and memories of sadness raised their hands, stood up to identify themselves. I looked at each thought, at each unit of sorrow, and I acknowledged its existence and felt (without trying to protect myself from it) its horrible pain. And then I would tell that sorrow, "It's OK. I love you. I accept you. Come into my heart now. It's over."...
— Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat, Pray, Love
Perhaps the greatest neutralizer of sadness rests with two simple words : thank you.
— Charles F. Glassman, Brain Drain   The Breakthrough That Will Change Your Life
I nodded, trying to imagine the very particular sadness of a vanished childhood yogurt now found only in France. It was a very special sort of sadness, individual, and in its inability to induce sympathy, in its tuneless spark, it bypassed poetry and entered science.
— Lorrie Moore
If your anger is the result of your sadness or if your sadness is result of your anger , you are undoubtedly suffering from disorientation.
— Aparna Pathak
There should be a measure for happiness or sadness, like the width of your smile, the twinkle in your eyes, the depth of your laughter or the salt of your tears.
— Srividya Srinivasan
There is somethingmystically sadand beautifulabouthowi will neversee youagainbut meet youagain and againin poetry.
— Sanober  Khan, A Thousand Flamingos