Best 2955 quotes in «sadness quotes» category

But sleep didn't come. She could hear Jace's soft piano playing through the walls, but that wasn't what was keeping her awake. She was thinking of Simon, leaving for a house that no longer felt like home to him, of the despair in Jace's voice as he said 'I want to hate you', and of Magnus, not telling Jace the truth: that Alec did not want Jace to know about his relationship because he was still in love with him. She thought of the satisfaction it would have brought Magnus to say the words out loud, to acknowledge what the truth was, and the fact that he hadn't said them - had let Alec go on lying and pretending - because that was what Alec wanted, and Magnus cared about Alec enough to give him that. Maybe it was true what the Seelie Queen had said, after all: Love made you a liar.

but sing no more this bitter tale that wears my heart away

But sadness was familiar; sadness was manageable. It didn't transform her, the way the raging anger did. She could remain herself and still feel this aching grief.

But, Scarlett, did it ever occur to you that even the most deathless love could wear out?

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.

But that’s the thing about narcissists. They can try to fool you, with all their heart, but in the end, they’re just fooling themselves.

But there are not two laws, that was the next thing I thought I understood, not two laws, one for the healthy, another for the sick, but one only to which all must bow, rich and poor, young and old, happy and sad. He was eloquent. I pointed out that I was not sad. That was a mistake. Your papers, he said, I knew it a moment later. Not at all, I said, not at all. Your papers! he cried. Ah my papers.

But the thing people don’t seem to realize is that I don’t want to not feel like this. How can I not feel like this? My sadness feels right. It … weighs the right amount, crushes me just enough.

...but there is, i am almost sure, a bit of contentment, somewhere, defrosting the cockles of my heart.

But there is no light at the end of the tunnel to see. I think there is no hope left for me. I wonder how many miles I have to walk through. And if there is a miracle coming to hit me somewhere out of the blue …

But there was something terrifying taking over her thoughts, and it wouldn't leave. Out of seven billion sharing the planet with her, not one of them knew what was going through her head. Not one of them knew that she was lost. Not one of them asked.

but when i find a place to put my love, i will fucking die for you. i will hand over all my rations until you are fat and happy, and i am shriveled and happy. i will follow you across the country and i will take care of your dog and i will do your laundry. i will love you even when you yell at me. i will try to kiss you when you turn away. i will write poems and you won't read them. i will pretend that this is enough. this is enough. this is enough. this is enough. this is enough. this is-

But while I fill up my mouth with prayers, they bring no comfort. My words rattle against each other like the last beech leaves on a winter branch, and though a hard wind scours the forest, it cannot free them from the bough; it will not lift them upward into the wide white sky.

Być może prawdziwa wolność jest zawsze okupiona samotnością.

By just living one’s life, sadness accumulates here and there, be it in the sheets hung out in the sun to dry, the toothbrushes in the bathroom, and the history logs of the mobile phone…In the last several years, I have forged ahead without any regard, just to touch what I cannot reach. Without understanding the sources from which this menacing thought surged forth from, I continued working. When I at last noticed, my heart had already become hard from the gradual loss of its youthful vitality. And on certain morning, when I at last came to an earnest realization that I had lost everything that was beautiful, I knew I was at my limits and quit the company.

By just living one’s life, sadness accumulates here and there, be it in the blankets hung out in the sun to dry, the toothbrushes in the bathroom, and the phone history logs.

By simply stating the truth, we open conversations about grief, which are really conversations about love. We start to love one another better. We begin to overhaul the falsely redemptive storyline that has us, as a culture and as individuals, insist that there's a happy ending everywhere if only we look hard enough. We stop blaming each other for our pain, and instead, work together to change what can be changed, and withstand what can't be fixed. We get more comfortable with hearing the truth, even when the truth breaks our hearts.

By the time they were pulling into the parking lot of the A&P, the mood was fading, the moment gone. Amy could feel it go. Perhaps it was nothing more than the two doughnuts expanding in her stomach full of milk, but Amy felt a heaviness begin, a familiar turning of some inward tide. As they drove over the bridge the sun seemed to move from a cheerful daytime yellow to an early-evening gold; painful how the gold light hit the riverbanks, rich and sorrowful, drawing from Amy some longing, a craving for joy.

Caleb,' I say. 'I love you.

Car je cherche le vide, el le noir, el le nu!

C'est vraiment différent de pleurer en plein jour, c'est un autre niveau de tristesse.

Cây nến cháy, lửa xanh, lửa đỏ, Chân nến kia, lệ nhỏ lâm ly. Lệ khô, khi tắt nến đi, Cô em khóc lóc, giọng kia đã khàn. Cây nến cháy, lửa vàng, lửa đỏ, Ngồi cùng em, hát đỡ đôi câu. Tình đau, khúc hát cũng rầu Kim đâm vào mắt, lệ đau chảy tràn...

Cerrad vuestros ojos a las lágrimas, el cielo ya llora por nosotros

- C'est bizarre que nous, qui sommes sur une île, nous ne mettions pas nos morts sur des barques, la nuit, comme ça la mer les emporterait au loin et nous resterions à regarder les feux qui disparaissent à l'horizon de la vie. - Les cimetières existent parce que savoir que le mort est dans un endroit précis est une consolation. - D'accord, mais quel autre endroit pourrait être plus précis que le cœur ?

C'est bizarre les souvenirs. Suivant le moment où on les évoque, ou avec qui on les a vécus, ils peuvent être tristes ou joyeux, faire sourire ou souffrir.

Celui-là ne sera jamais Parisien qui n’aura point appris à mettre un masque de joie sur ses douleurs et le « loup » de la tristesse, de l’ennui ou de l’indifférence sur son intime allégresse.

C'era una volta un uomo invisibile, che s'era stufato di non essere visto da nessuno. Non che fosse davvero invisibile. Il fatto era che la gente era abituato a non vederlo. E se nessuno ti vede, esisti davvero?

Cheer up and give them out there a good reason to be happy.

Contrary to belief you will not find all the answers by yourself answers to word research. We all listen to the opinions of other people and then we draw our own conclusions. Not one person can find all the answers by themselves.

Chimerical words, the words were written, Some are wasted; some are still on the page, Tattered words, the words were written, Some are young, some are aged, Gloomy words, the words were written, Some are unspoken, some are told, Words were hurt, though they can heal, Words are breathless, though can feel, Words won hearts, words shattered hearts, Words lost battles, words won wars, Wars within, words had scars.

City life can manufacture depression with no expiry date

Čím ľudia môžu byť šťastnejší, tým sú nešťastnejší.

Condition a woman (or a man) to value submission above all other attitudes and you will produce a character type whose most readily expressed emotion will be sadness.

Consider in his spiritual martyr this being who lies with closed eyes, dislocated like the victim of a brutal accident who no longer requires care or rescue. Count the stabbing wounds of the hideous disappointment in the human imagination. Auscultate this pensive desert where alternate the rale and the silence. Feel pity for the grief that calls not only for death, but for a disgracied death, and receive, o World, this weight of trampled dream in the paradise with no conscience of your vain eternity !

Cookies. A pin. I'm getting all kinds of gifts today. Madge gives me one more. A kiss on the cheek. Then she's gone and i'm left thinking that maybe Madge really has been my friend all along.

Có phải vì niềm vui của thầy Nombre quá tằn tiện? Một người đang ở chương cuối của cuộc đời đáng ra vẫn có thể hưởng nhiều trái ngọt hơn chứ. Bởi thế nên tôi thấy buồn?

Could I weep my soul Into one precious pearl Deep in the sea I'd let it lie Lost, where no waves curl. - Lament

Count your smiles, not your frowns.

CROWS CALLING AT NIGHT Yellow clouds beside the walls; crows roosting near. Flying back, they caw, caw; calling in the boughs. In the loom she weaves brocade, the Qin river girl. Made of emerald yarn like mist, the window hides her words. She stops the shuttle, sorrowful, and thinks of the distant man. She stays alone in the lonely room, her tears just like the rain.

Cry as much as you want to, but make sure when you're finished, you never cry for the same reason again

Cursed the crown that brought such grief to me

Daily Reminders 1) Never compare myself to other people. It is comparing my behind the scenes to their highlight reel. 2) Stay here, now. I will not think to far forward or back. 3) It's okay to not be fine. 4) Taylor need's me so I'm going to take care of myself.

Dare I tell them that since I came here to dance I have been giving pieces of my body away To ridiculous diets, To repeated injuries, To Remington? And that maybe I think With each bit of my body I lose a little piece of my soul

Dear Alien, Thank you for asking. Here on my earth, unlove is among the deepest loves to give a person. It touches us in a way no other pain could reach. For as long as breath comes, the possibility of heart correspondence may come too. For the rest of our lives, we are left with the unknown, sailing in a sea of doubt contaminated with hope - scattered and shattered over nothing that mattered. In the world of unlove, fire thrives from the cold. After they've left, our brains speculate how that person is doing. Departure never really exists. It's almost like leaving a person ensures you'll always be with them. Hope I answered your question. Mine for you: how is she? Curiously, KKF

Dear, sweet, beautiful girl,

Dear my brothers there is no more room for wanting to be a thug, BUT there is PLENTY of room for being a father, lawyer, doctor and a teacher. Please take this in consideration!

Deepness may not always be sadness. Sadness is madness. Madness is love. Love comes with a deadline. So love is not sadness. Love is deepness mixed with madness.

Depression is not always feeling sad. Most of the time it is feeling nothing. Class Struggle and Mental Health: Live to Fight Another Day

Desdemona, mourning her parents, was still imprisoned by the past. And so she stood on the mountain, looking down at the emancipated city, and felt cheated by her ability to feel happy by everybody else.

Depression is a serious illness. It’s physically painful, debilitating. And you can’t just decide to get over it in the same way you can’t just decide to get over cancer. Sadness is a normal human condition, no different from happiness. You wouldn’t think of happiness as an illness. Sadness and happiness need each other. To exist, each relies on the other.