Sadness Quotes

We have so much to learn from a fallen teardrop which is wiped away from our cheek…never to be felt again

Everybody hurts, sometimes.

Maybe that's what writers do-Maybe they exaggerate pain just so that you feel okay about what you're feeling.

If your tears have lost the ability to hide your pain... why shedding them?

Love does not always end well.

Not all scars show, not all wounds heal. Often we don't see, the pain someone feels.A broken heart is like having broken ribs.No one can see but hurts everytime you breathe.

I’ve reached the vanishing point without you.Here my heartache begins with your paintrying to find an unborn startin this fatal disappearanceFrom the poem ‘Me with the Vanishing Point

When sadness knows the reason of tears, heart prepares to carry the ache for years

I'm not afraid to dieno today . . . maybe tomorrow.But I'll not dieno today . . . maybe tomorrow.Tomorrow I will go awayfrom this life that I've just borrowed!

Many people will tell that it is not for a man to cry, but they may not know how is to feel your head empty and only tears will come out to stand up for you.

Yes, silence is painful, but if you endure it, you will hear the cadence of the entire universe.

He suffered much, but he understood the mystery of pain: he knew that tears make all things shine.

Sitting on my bed with all these things I used to love but not loving them anymore, I just wanted to set them on fire. That's when I knew I was never going to be all right again.

A sad lesson that was mine to learn is that you can't lose what was never truly yours. Nor can you hold to things that simply do not wish to be held.

You didn’t understand the poem, but that was because it wasn’t for you. It was for me to understand the pain you put me through.

For a long time I spent my weary days in a fog of what might be and what has been and I guess you could say im still learning how to accept what is.

This empty shell holds nothing but the echoes of what was.

I amBroken single motherDisconnected loverSlow motion dresserDark secret confessorWhite flag trendProfessional dead end

Only Certain offered no enticements, for she knew nothing could ease the pain. Not books or photography or food. Not even love.

She imagined herself drowning along the tides of Sumendu Lake, down own into the depths of solemn solitude, splashing into the serenity of forever silence.

The sad part is you love her..... and she didn't love you back.

It is in the nature of man to want what he does not have. This modern concern for happiness seems a real testimony of its absence.

Within sadness lives a happiness deeper than any pain.

I remember touching her hand for the first time. I remember kissing her angelic soft lips for the first time . Everything seemed so easy, everything seemed possible . She smiled at me and flew away

No matter how great the love, the pain, the sadness, the power of a heart, no one can recreate the sea. Nowhere else.

Let it go and learn from the process.

I have these knives in my chest that can't become words.

until it is taken out of your mind, it is never lost and it is never gone

Sadness is a bruise on the skin of memory.

If this constant bitter disappointment was love, then I was perfectly fine not to have anything to do with it.

When sorrow's cup is filled up to the brim, the slightest touch of memory can cause tears to spill again.

You are alone, So alone, You speak back to silence.People call it loneliness, You call it solitude, Different words, Meaning the same pain.

How much pain a person detains may be proportionate to the pain they spare others when they'd rather hurt than hurt another.

Never say you understand someone's pain if you haven't felt the same, because not only would you sound mocking but also ignorant.

I said that " I love you ", and there's no responce from you.It's like i am eating a dark chocolate, too bitter

Like the shadow of deathThe residue of heartbreakAlways lingers in the backgroundWith its darkness threatening to consume you

I do believe God gave me a spark of genius, but he quenched it in misery.

The difference is, Now I cant call you anymore…I cant hear your calming voice, I cant hear your wordsThat made me always feel better, Now I am just all aloneIn this dark and cold room

I missed him so much that it felt like a physical pain in the area below my ribs. I opened my mouth to accommodate it. I put my hand to it. A hollow, aching, piercing place.

I feel so lonely every night and every day and I still push everyone away…

I can’t get her out of my head

Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding.Even as the stone of the fruit must break, that its heart may stand in the sun, so must you know pain.

I was overpowered by the mere sensation of that dream and it alone survived in my sorely wounded heart.

If you have never known happiness and sorrow, then you have not fully experience life.

Every time he left, I shattered apart.

Music dissipates every misery.

Depression is a Virus, handling it Once, Builds Your Immunity to it.

This mournful and restless sound was a fit accompaniment to my meditations.

Music heals miserable heart.

Music helps us drift away to places of tranquility, happiness, sadness, & imagination.