Best 1832 quotes in «sad quotes» category

History will have to record that the greatest tragedy of this period of social transition was not the strident clamor of the bad people, but the appalling silence of the good people.

I am always sad, I think. Perhaps this signifies that I am not sad at all, because sadness is something lower than your normal disposition, and I am always the same thing. Perhaps I am the only person in the world, then, who never becomes sad. Perhaps I am lucky.

If every day a man takes orders in silence from an incompetent superior, if every day he solemnly performs ritual acts which he privately finds ridiculous, if he unhesitatingly gives answers to questionnaires which are contrary to his real opinions and is prepared to deny his own self in public, if he sees no difficulty in feigning sympathy or even affection where, in fact, he feels only indifference or aversion, it still does not mean that he has entirely lost the use of one of the basic human senses, namely, the sense of humiliation.

If they tell you that she died of sleeping pills you must know that she died of a wasting grief, of a slow bleeding at the soul.

I can't wait for the day I learn to live in the now!

If self-validation were our most significant societal measure - we would give trophies to ourselves.

If you want to be sad, no one in the world can make you happy. But if you make up your mind to be happy, no one and nothing on earth can take that happiness from you.

I'll never wake up in a good mood again. I'm tired of these stinky boots

In the sphere of thought, absurdity and perversity remain the masters of the world, and their dominion is suspended only for brief periods.

I don’t know what they are called, the spaces between seconds– but I think of you always in those intervals.

I knew it the first of the summer, I knew it the same at the end, That you and your love were plighted, But couldn't you be my friend?

I'm awash in self-contempt!

In the night of death, hope sees a star, and listening love can hear the rustle of a wing.

It would be wrong to refuse to face the fact that everything is fundamentally sick and sad.

I think many people kill themselves simply to stop the debate about whether they will or they won't.

It is sad not to love, but it is much sadder not to be able to love.

I wish to weep but sorrow is stupid. I wish to believe but belief is a graveyard.

I saw sorrow turning into clarity.

Love bade me welcome, but my soul drew back.

Love means not ever having to say you're sorry.

Man could not live if he were entirely impervious to sadness. Many sorrows can be endured only by being embraced, and the pleasure taken in them naturally has a somewhat melancholy character.

Melancholy is sadness that has taken on lightness.

Modern cynics and skeptics... see no harm in paying those to whom they entrust the minds of their children a smaller wage than is paid to those to whom they entrust the care of their plumbing.

My thoughts hold mortal strife, I do detest my life, And with lamenting cries, Peace to my soul to bring, Oft calls that prince which here doth monarchize; But he, grim-grinning king, Who caitiffs scorns and doth the blest surprise, Late having deck'd with beauty's rose his tomb, Disdains to crop a weed, and will not come.

I will greet this day with love in my heart. And how will I do this? Henceforth will I look on all things with love and be born again. I will love the sun for it warms my bones; yet I will love the rain for it cleanses my spirit. I will love the light for it shows me the way; yet I will love the darkness for it shows me the stars. I will welcome happiness as it enlarges my heart; yet I will endure sadness for it opens my soul. I will acknowledge rewards for they are my due; yet I will welcome obstacles for they are my challenge.

Never make someone a priority when all you are to them is an option.

Nobody deserves your tears, but whoever deserves them will not make you cry.

Let my soul smile through my heart and my heart smile through my eyes, that I may scatter rich smiles in sad hearts.

Nothing is miserable unless you think it so.

One of the greatest diseases is to be nobody to anybody.

O little feet! that such long years Must wander on through hopes and fears, Must ache and bleed beneath your load; I, nearer to the wayside inn Where toil shall cease and rest begin, Am weary, thinking of your road!

People do not like to think. If one thinks, one must reach conclusions. Conclusions are not always pleasant.

Perhaps I know best why it is man alone who laughs; he alone suffers so deeply that he had to invent laughter.

Sadness does not inhere in things; it does not reach us from the world and through mere contemplation of the world. It is a product of our own thought. We create it out of whole cloth.

Sadness is but a wall between two gardens.

Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.

She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love.

Solitude has soft, silky hands, but with strong fingers it grasps the heart and makes it ache with sorrow.

Sad people have the gift of time, while the world dizzies everyone else; they remain stagnant, their bodies refusing to follow pace with the universe. With these kind of people everything aches for too long, everything moves without rush, wounds are always wet.

So now I have confessed that he is thine, And I my self am mortgaged to thy will, My self I'll forfeit, so that other mine, Thou wilt restore to be my comfort still.

Sorrow is one of the vibrations that prove the fact of living.

Suffering, if it does not diminish love, will transport us to the furthest shore.

Sometimes it happens that a man's circle of horizon becomes smaller and smaller, and as the radius approaches zero it concentrates on one point. And then that becomes his point of view.

Sorrow, on wing through the world for ever, Here and there for awhile would borrow Rest, if rest might haply deliver Sorrow.

The best protection any woman can have... is courage.

Suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem.

The instruments of darkness tell us truths.

The life of woman is full of woe, Toiling on and on and on, With breaking heart, and tearful eyes, The secret longings that arise, Which this world never satisfies! Some more, some less, but of the whole Not one quite happy, no, not one!

The joke of our time is the suicide of intention.

There being in the make of an English mind a certain gloom and eagerness, which carries to the sad extreme; religion to fanaticism; free-thinking to atheism; liberty to rebellion.