Sadness Quotes
Remembering that moment stirs something inside -- anger, at first, and then a deep, hollow sadness that ripples through me in its own spiderweb pattern.
For me, my haters are not the ones who I have done wrong with, but the ones I have fought for.
There is no point in delaying crying. Sadness is like having a vicious alligator around. You can ignore it for only so long before it begins devouring things and you have to pay attention.
I was desperate to discover what nothing felt like. It was the absence of something that attracted me. It was the start. Everything important originated with nothingness.
Everyone has it's own great triumph, has he own story with sadness, madness and reverses. That's how we are build, few are the people which share their story, most cases because of shame.
It’s one thing when you lose a friend or when your friends become enemies, but it’s the worst when friends become strangers,
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.
...shiny trinkets and frivolous spending make people forget what world they're living in.
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.
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.
Quite a metaphor. The person in the most pain wins. Does that mean I get a Blue Ribbon?
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.
He looked very tired, a regard which manifested itself not in dark circles, or pallor, but a dreamy and bright-cheeked sadness.
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.
There are so many sad people nowadays that sadness looks normal.
All the dreams I'd allowed myself to imagine were nothing but pages swept away by the wind.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Isn't it ironic that when you accept sadness is an inevitability of the human condition you feel happier?
...not to look back or feel sad about things, that home is wherever I am.
When Your Smile At Someone's Misery, Its Does Not Shows Your Tolerance. Its Reveals lack of Tears For Feeling.
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.
Ever since the other boy had arrived half way through the semester, he'd been so blue, he was practically iridescent.
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.
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.
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
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!
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.
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?
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?
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.
What a wonderful sadness to miss the one you have loved forever, it seems, and know that she is waiting at home.
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.