Best 2955 quotes in «sadness quotes» category

...during the first moments of sadness that seemed to slip in through the open window without our noticing, disturbing the rarefied atmosphere that comes with the beginning of love...

Elle avait fini par se résoudre à sauter du véhicule quand une énorme explosion retentit au loin [...]. Le bruit secoua le carrosse qui continuait de s’éloigner, réveillant Elena qui jusque-là dormait profondément. [...] Ses yeux s’emplirent de larmes avant qu’elle-même ne se mette à crier, leurs voix résonnant en écho dans le désert de dunes.

El suelo está lleno de baches, pero no te dejaré caer.

Em jogo estaria a seguinte tese: pode um homem, psicológica e espiritualmente, viver de um modo completamente autossuficiente, sem precisar de mais ninguém?

Emma is not a person; Emma is a place that you get stuck in; Emma is a pain that you cannot erase.

Empty yourself of past resentment, anger, and sadness to fill it with love and pure happiness.

Enslavement of the heart is worse than enslavement of the body

Era demasiado escrupuloso para no esforzarme por ser lo más desgraciado posible.

E se adesso la chiamassi?" pensai tra me e me. Ma ero sicuro che avresti fatto finta di niente, come se a pronunciare il tuo nome non fossi stato io.

Es gibt so viele Sorten Traurigkeit, wie es Lebensstunden gibt. Und wahrscheinlich noch ein paar mehr. Da ist es egal, ob Du weißt, woher diese oder jene Traurigkeit kommt. Das gehört zu unserem Leben.

Es como si viviera bajo el cielo gris de nubes cargadas de lluvia. Están ahí arriba, sobre mi cabeza, conteniéndose, esperando para liberar toda su furia... Y sé que tiene que ocurrir. Sólo tengo que ser paciente, sobrevivir en este espacio gris que es mi hogar y mi mundo. Algún día, en algún momento, la tormenta estallará. Y yo abriré los brazos y miraré al cielo, dejaré que el agua me empate... y seré libre por fin.

Era un genio della tristezza, e in essa si tuffava distinguendone i molti fili, apprezzandone le sfumature più sottili. Era un prisma attraverso cui la tristezza poteva suddividersi enl suo infinito sprettro. Brod, inventrice delle 613 Tristezze

Es gibt Tage, wo das Leben übertrieben flau ist. Zu Bett gehen; weiter hilft nichts mehr.

Essence is a funny word to use for a person. It makes me think of vanilla essence. Did my essence smell like cake? Back when I was happy? Now I stink like rotting dead animal. My core is hollowed out.

Estoy en una niebla y la mitad del tiempo ni siquiera me doy cuenta de ello.

Este es todavía mi corazón, por muy hueco que esté. Si bien de forma tenue, en él aún permanece el calor humano de la gente. Algunos recuerdos personales esperan calladamente a que la marea suba, como algas enredadas en una estaca clavada en la orilla. Si pudiesen cortar, de algunos pensamientos manaría sangre roja. Todavía me puedo permitir que mi corazón vague errante hacia algún lugar imposible.

É um poema triste, e portanto um poema verdadeiro. Wyrd bið ful ãræd, diz ele. O destino é inexorável. E wyn eal gedreas. Toda alegria morreu.

Even suicidal people can smile.

Even the giant lead balls are not as heavy as the two sad eyes!

Even though it may look like the wicked is gaining ground, God is still in control. We need to pray for our nations, pray for others, pray for forgiveness and mercy over people. We need to love no matter who we are talking to, whether they are Atheist, Moslems, Lesbians, Homosexuals or Pagans. We need to love them and share the love of God with them and not judge and see if we can rebuild our broken nations.

Even with fasting and prayers you still need wisdom. At the root of every great accomplishment is wisdom. In all your getting get wisdom first.

Eventually I confess to a friend some details about my weeping—its intensity, its frequency. She says (kindly) that she thinks we sometimes weep in front of a mirror not to inflame self-pity, but because we want to feel witnessed in our despair.

Even when it seems that there is no one else, always remember there's one person who never ceased to love you - yourself.

Ever two seconds, somewhere in the world, a child dies of starvation. That means every two seconds there is a story where the main character dies. That's a lot of horrible stories. So if my death looks like a sad story to someone else, I hope those people will use their imagination to think of all the children who don't get special deaths.

Everybody hurts, sometimes.

Every crisis is a wisdom crisis. If you have no peace around you then you lack wisdom.

Eventually everyone will give up on you

Even when the sun was shining she couldn’t see it. The whole house was closing in on her and she was suffocating.

Everyone knows that sadness and grief are the price of admission for the experiences of joy and connection.

Every morning I sit at the kitchen table over a tall glass of water swallowing pills. (So my hands won’t shake.) (So my heart won’t race.) (So my face won’t thaw.) (So my blood won’t mold.) (So the voices won’t scream.) (So I don’t reach for knives.) (So I keep out of the oven.) (So I eat every morsel.) (So the wine goes bitter.) (So I remember the laundry.) (So I remember to call.) (So I remember the name of each pill.) (So I remember the name of each sickness.) (So I keep my hands inside my hands.) (So the city won’t rattle.) (So I don’t weep on the bus.) (So I don’t wander the guardrail.) (So the flashbacks go quiet.) (So the insomnia sleeps.) (So I don’t jump at car horns.) (So I don’t jump at cat-calls.) (So I don’t jump a bridge.) (So I don’t twitch.) (So I don’t riot.) (So I don’t slit a strange man’s throat.)

Everyone’s pain is different,” Reece went on. “I don’t like when people compare. I don’t like when people marginalize their feelings because they think they’re not allowed to have them. Someone will always have a tougher go than you. Does that mean you’re not allowed to feel hurt? To be sad?

Every month there is a moon, gigantic, round, heavy, an omen. IT transits, pauses, continues on and passes out of sight, and I see despair coming towards me like famine. To feel that empty, again, again. I listen to my heart, wave upon wave, salty and red, continuing on and on, marking time.

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.

Everyone dies alone, Eragon. Whether you are a king on a battlefield or a lowly peasant lying in bed among your family, no one can accompany you into the void.

Everyone I say stop bullying it is sad and tears someones heart apart and next thing they do is Suicide because they think that is the right next step! If you are a Person who gets bullied find someone who will stop this! Don't just kill yourself for the other person to be happy because you are gone! They are just jealous of you and want to start problems and make you a troublemaker! Ignore those mean cruel evil people in you life and spend time with the nice caring sweet loving angels of yours! :D Because bullying is a dumb and stupid waste of time! Try to shake it off the mean hurtful stuff and keep on doing the right stuff that is going to help you become a better person and when i say a better person i mean more than a better person! ~Skye Daphne~

Everyone wishes to be happy but in this quick fix, fast paced world it’s becoming increasingly difficult to be truly content. While we assume that happiness depends on external factors, it actually has a lot to do with our attitude and perspective.

Every second of every minute or every minute of every hour or every hour of every day carries the potential of bringing you either sadness or happiness!

Everything at the moment, my dear, no doubt seems disgusting. I know the mood too well. But being in that mood, Ross, is like being out in the frost. If we do not keep on the move we shall perish.

Everything I've ever known is death and pain; being drenched in life feels good.

Everything she heard, everything she saw seemed to be in disagreement with her own manner of understanding and feeling. To her, the sun did not appear red enough, the nights pale enough, the skies deep enough. Her fleeting conception of things and beings condemned her fatally to a perversion of her senses, to vagaries of the spirit and left her nothing but the torment of an unachieved longing, the torture of unfulfilled desires.

Everything that drowned me taught me how to swim.

Every time he left, I shattered apart.

Exageras tudo e, por certo, cometes pelo menos o erro de aceitar o suicídio, que é do que estamos falando agora, como se fosse uma grande ação, quando não é nada mais do que simplesmente fraqueza. Pois, para ser sincero, é mais fácil morrer do que suportar com firmeza uma vida de tormentos.

Faith is never connected to safe. There is no faith without tension. For a rubber band to function to it's elasticity, it has to experience a tension. Saints of God who has no tension has no function.

Fear and anxiety and sadness are not necessarily always undesirable or unhelpful states of mind; rather, they are often representatives of the necessary pain of psychological growth. And to deny that pain is to deny our own potential. ...If you just chase after highs to cover up the pain, if you continue to indulge in entitlement and delusional positive thinking, if you continue to overindulge in various substances or activities, then you'll never generate the requisite motivation to actually change.

Fear and anxiety and sadness are not necessarily always undesirable or unhelpful states of mind; rather, they are often representatives of the necessary pain of psychological growth. And to deny that pain is to deny our own potential.

Fear is like a megaphone in your head that pulses aggression and sadness. Hope is the audio gain adjuster. Happiness is the musical algorithm.

Fermina Daza había rechazado a Florentino Ariza en un destello de madurez que pagó de inmediato con una crisis de lástima, pero nunca dudó de que su decisión había sido certera.

Figure out what makes you laugh, and do more of it. Figure out what makes you cry, and do less of it.

Find meaning. Distinguish melancholy from sadness. Go out for a walk. It doesn’t have to be a romantic walk in the park, spring at its most spectacular moment, flowers and smells and outstanding poetical imagery smoothly transferring you into another world. It doesn’t have to be a walk during which you’ll have multiple life epiphanies and discover meanings no other brain ever managed to encounter. Do not be afraid of spending quality time by yourself. Find meaning or don’t find meaning but 'steal' some time and give it freely and exclusively to your own self. Opt for privacy and solitude. That doesn’t make you antisocial or cause you to reject the rest of the world. But you need to breathe. And you need to be.