Sad Quotes
Bob says hello, " He told the stars.The Argo II sailed into the night.
Just tell me what's so irritating."(katsu)That's none of your damn business!"(kyok)Maybe not. But I'm curious."(
Leave the pain behind and let your life be your own again. There is a place where all time is now, and the choices are simple and always your own.Wolves have no kings
She smirks."Are you attempting to stop me, little one?""Excuse me? Did you just call me 'little one'? What are you? Like, four feet tall?" I ask.
If I read our story backwards, it's about how I un-broke your heart, and then we were happy until one day, you forgot about me forever.
Now mine eyes see the heart that once we did search for, and I fear this heart shall be mended, nevermore.
How unjust then to meet that person you love, and be kept away from them only because ones bed is made of hay, and the other, feathers.
My tears brought no sense of release or relief. Their flight felt like the lightest, coldest touch of a departing lover.
Thank you, " he finally said. He couldn't say he meant thanks for all of it: the keys, the trust, the honesty and the kisses. Hopefully Andrew would figure it out eventually. "You were amazing.
The problem with loneliness is that, unlike other forms of human suffering, it teaches us nothing, leads us nowhere, and generally devalues us in our own eyes and the eyes of others.
Childhood is the most valuable thing that's taken away from you in life, if you think about it.
2AM where do i begin, Crying off my face again, The silent sound of lonliness, Wants to follow me to bed
Don't they always go from bad to worse? There's no turning back--yourold self rejects you, and shuts you out. ~Lilly Bart
Walking away from my desert companions feels like cutting off a limb. How does one say good-bye to an arm? One doesn't, I suppose. One pretends it isn't happening.
What mattered was stil there. That was what they all felt, and what surprised them all. What mattered couldnt be shaken.
Stay I whisper to him. Stay in the car. Stay in this moment. But of course he never does.
This isn’t a church social, Sweetheart. You aren’t going to be able to save me this time.
Have you ever gotten so sad that it actually feels GOOD to do something you know will make you even sadder?
I was running in circles, I hurt myself, just to find my purpose. Everything was so worthless, I didn't deserve this, but to me you were perfect.
Jolly felt salty tears on her lips, and for the first time in her life it occurred to her that sorrow tasted exactly like the sea.
He will be someone who is defined, first and always, by what he is missing.
The more you start to love someone, the more you ache when they’re gone, and maybe it’s that middle ground that hurts the most, when you can see them and still not feel like you’re near enough.
And you find some way to surviveAnd you find out you don't have to be happy at all..To be happy you're alive.
David looked at me, then, the regret plain on his face. No matter what I said, we both knew the hard truth. We do our best. We try. And usually, it makes no difference at all
We are traveling down a path with no happy ending, and it's too late to turn around.
The pattern's laid out on the bedWith dozens of colors of threadBut you've got the needleI guess that's the point in the end
Was I sticking around because I really wanted to be with Austin, or because I was afraid no one else would want to be with me?
She smells of her cooking and the perfume Eau d'Hadrien. My mother wore it, too. She used to cook, like Lili. Our house smelled of garlic and thyme instead of sadness.
I wanted to wash away our past misgivings in those tears that would run from our eyes and weave a new start by folding her in my arms.I wanted to, but I did not!
He had never smoked but then had he ever loved? Life made him love and love made him smoke.
And I'd started thinking about my mother's last weeks--the way she'd drifted listlessly about the house in her dressing gown, cigarettes in one hand, glass of something strong-smelling in the other.
Understanding life is like trying to put together a puzzle with pieces that don't fit.
It is interesting how one word can spark memories that one believes she has buried beyond recognition.
When I'm depressed I'll lie to myself to make me feel better. But really, it's ok, because depression only sometimes gets the best of me.
We stood side by side, and for that minute, in the stillness of that room, he was not the King. I was not not the Princess, taken against her will to the City. We were two people trying to forget.
