Sadness Quotes

I must confess that I am usually drawn to sadness, and loneliness has never been a stranger to me. But love tried to welcome me, but my soul drew back, guilty of lust and sin.

For the sadness in legitimate humour consists in the fact that honestly and without deceit it reflects in a purely human way upon what it is to be a child.

I convinced myself that sadness and compromise were the ways of the world.

Can human beings change? The humor, and the sadness, of remarriage comedies can be said to result from the fact that we have no good answer to that question.

You feel like everyone hates you if you've got a good life, now I feel maybe it's allowed because I've had my share of sadness.

How can you lose something you never had, I tell myself when I'm feeling sad.

Don't feel bad when I die; I've been dead for a long time.

There are words and accents by which this grief can be assuaged, and the disease in a great measure removed.

Sometimes I'm so deeply buried under self-reproaches that I long for a word of comfort to help me dig myself out again.

But now the joy is gone and the sadness is back, the sadness feels like something deserved, the price of some not-quite-forgotten betrayal.

Beauty and love pass, I know... Oh, there's sadness, too. I suppose all great happiness is a little sad. Beauty means the scent of roses and then the death of roses-

...to make art is to realize another's sadness within, realize the hidden sadness in other people's lives, to feel sad with and for a stranger.

In the end I didn't know who I was crying for, but it was something my body wanted to do, as though trying to digest grief.

Birds sing even when the world is filled with sadness. I don't know why people can't do the same thing.

I have been smashed and put back together so many times nothing works right. Nothing is where it should be, heavy thumping in my shoulder where my heart now beats.

Sometimes, when we are sad, we have to do the opposite of sad. Sometimes we have to sing.

Sorry excuses for hunters and friends. Both of us.

When your sad--like really sad--you only want to be with other people who are sad.

I thought living dead girls couldn't feel pain, thought I was emptied out but I'm not, I'm not.

What a sad story, I thought for so long. Not that I now think it was happy. But I think it is true, and thus the question of whether it is sad or happy has no meaning whatever.

Everyone tells you it's all right to cry, but not enough people say it's all right if you don't want people to know.

He gave everything to everybody. Except to me.

Sadness is one of the best universities in life! Though bad things take good things from us, they do give us useful things as well!

I've never wanted to be loved. And God Knows no one's done it yet.

He sometimes wondered if she had become involved with him just so that she could cry in someone's arms. Maybe she can't cry alone, and that's why she needs me.

There you go...let it all slide out. Unhappiness can't stick in a person's soul when it's slick with tears.

Self-pity” is just sadness, I think, in the pejorative.

No one can be the total cure for another person.

Pain could be killed. Sadness could not, but the drugs did shut its mouth for a time.

And it feels strange, almost sad, to walk through ther empty halls. Each step I take sounds so lonely.

She laughed so easily when she was happy. But also when she was sad.

No one loves me, - no one cares for me, but you, mother.

The parts of me that hurt the worst want me to write something for them, but I can't. I don't know what to say. I'm lost in all this sadness, and so are they.

No reason to be angry. Anger just distracts from the all-encompassing sadness.

I wish... I wish he wasn't quite so ashamed of me. And if he could stop feeling so ashamed of himself, then maybe we might stand a chance.

Why does everyone think a guy who prefers love to people is missing something in his life?

This sadness wasn't a huge part of me--I wasn't remotely depressed--but still, it was like a stone I carried in my pocket. I always knew it was there. [p. 179]

When people say they are happy for you it may mean they are sad for themselves.

Mattia's voice no longer stirred anything in his stomach, but he was aware of the idea of him and always would be, as the only true benchmark for everything that had come afterward.

The trouble with a great sadness is that it doesn't fit inside your body.

Away from the bright motion of the party, she carried her sadness like a dark stone clenched in her palm.

To me, sadness and humor aren't disrelated and humor is the best tool I've had against the sadness in my life.

It's like a Venn diagram of tragedy.

It weren’t too loo long before I seen something in me, had changed. A bitter seed was planted inside of me. And I just didn’t feel so, accepting, anymore.

A grief without a pang, void, dark and drear, A drowsy, stifled, unimpassioned grief, Which finds no natural outlet or relief, In word, or sigh, or tear.

Empty teacups gathered around her and dictionary pages fell at her feet.

Why, then, did I always feel as if his happiness was my responsibility? It wasn't fair for him to burden me with that. It had never been fair.

You don't know where you are or where your dreams end and the world begins.

I waste at least an hour every day lying in bed. Then I waste time pacing. I waste time thinking. I waste time being quiet and not saying anything because I'm afraid I'll stutter.

I just let the pain take over, allowing it to numb the pain of being left behind.