Sadness Quotes

I hate the way the world feels when love is gone

This is another awful truth of losing people you love: everyone needs something different. And the needs almost never match up.

Sleep comes, no matter how deep the sadness cuts. It’s like a gift from the universe.

Sorrow eats time. Be patient. Time eats sorrow.

If misery were water, he thinks as he climbs into his car and turns the key, I could just drown or let it wash me away entirely.

He may take long walksin the raining darkalmost aimlesslyto a spot of soaked grassin a neighbor’s open field.He’s decided this is the placefor you and him to meet again.

I saw her disappear from my life like a star that fades into obscurity behind a veil of clouds.

What I want to know is how you go on when you look aroundand don’t see anywhere you want to go without the only personyou can’t have.

Either way, the view stabbed its way into his chest, as if it were trying to finish him off before he even landed.

Loving her was heaven that turned to hell when she died.

Forever does not make loss forgettable, only bearable.

You're gone and you left me. My heart has dissipated. The only thing I can feel is the blood rushing through my veins and the strings that hold my fragile heart together.

Where are you?" I wheeze into the floor. "Where did you go?

You've left me with a kaleidoscope of broken smiles and shattered dreams.

You said this was only the beginning, I didn't realize that meant starting a new chapter without you as part of my story.

most of the timesit’s the hardest to saywhat I love moreyouor your memory.

The world was not to be trusted. Loved persons were always stolen. Dreams always squashed. That was life as she understood it.

I am very familiar with the sound of loss.

The scene sucker-punched Max. He never saw it coming. It encapsulated in one poignant instant the tragic beauty of his family history.

Though his death would not fill me with any sense of sadness, I would probably feel the loss. Even enemies are part of one.

I miss you with the very edge of my skin.It winces in absence, a giant muscle contracting.

I miss your face. That big bright smile. You always had it, in any weather. It's hard for me to find one these days. These cold November days. Except when I think of you.

Pain is pain...Just because one person's problem is less traumatic than another's doesn't mean they're required to hurt less.

She has been surprised by grief, its constancy, its immediacy, its unrelenting physical pain.

In other words, I was a moderately happy penguin who was occasionally attacked by sadness.

He felt like his own heart might stop beating just from acknowledging the concept. The sadness, the sorrow, and the loss, they were living things, funnily enough.

Steven dreamed of you the very secondyou died(So the poem goes)and you may have visited himBut I'm pretty sure you don't believein poems

I do hope that when the day comes, whether in 1, 10, or 100 years, I don’t want you to think of me and feel sad.

[F]or grief is felt not so much for the want of what we have never known, as for the loss of that to which we have been long accustomed.

Sometimes it's hard not to let other people's misery seep into your own bones.

Sorrow is not itself evidence of maladjustment but of the adjustment process itself.

We all have our moments of weakness, just as well that we are capable of weeping, tears are often our salvation, there are times when we would die if we did not weep…

How should they know? I can't revealto a single friend what my soul conceals, whom I'm in love with or what I believe -my dreams, my thoughts - or why I grieve.

Sorrowers tend to avoid what they are most fond of and try to give vent to their grief.

Ice upon ice, and yet, inside, she melted and mourned all the same.

absencelooks like a lake bed flooded with skysounds like cotton howlingtastes like tear-stained pillowssmells like churning bile and burnt hairfeels like screaming agony, my heart dying and dying

You hold an absence at your center, as if it were a life.

Harsh, bitter laughs exploded from her like shrapnel, and she didn’t care who was cut in the process.

Only that once again they broke the Love Laws. That lay down who should be loved. And how. And how much.

Time doesn't always heal all wounds.

People come and go from our lives all the time. It's not our fault that people leave. The Universe is just making room for new people with new lessons.

There is greater clarity in the still waters of sadness, something not found in the babbling brooks of more sought after emotions.

His face looked almost as gray as his suit, and the pouches beneath his eyes looked like little bags for holding all the sadness that his head couldn't hold.

Happiness is a choice, To make a choice is utilizing your freewill to choose. Courage is getting out of your own way to let Happiness happen in your life in Abundance!

I felt bad for trying to live a happy, full life, while my heart was buried in a dead man’s chest.

my soul has shadows – nooks and crannies where griefs, like cobwebs, collect

All my life I'd been a believing Christian. ... But that instant in the ER--the instant Annette [his wife] died--I seemed to feel my religious faith die

I felt like the sky around me was closing me in. Trapping me in some sort of bubble where time stands still and grief would linger on forever.

It was as if she had reached into her own pocket and discovered a small pebble, as hard as a diamond, that she had forgotten belonged to her.

Grief, it seemed, drove Voldemort out...though Dumbledore, of course, would have said that it was love.