Sadness Quotes - Page 6

A man who is master of himself can end a sorrow as easily as he can invent a pleasure.

WHO AM I?I have seven heavenly panelsLeading up to a pointed sphereI’m multidimensional like a crystalAnd my center is never clear.I’m an inventor and pioneer.A mentor to my peers.But I'm not as sound as my shell reveals,Because I’m tormented by my fears -That may appear to be groundedBut my insides are filled with tears.And the sadness is well-founded,From years and yearsOf traumatic experiencesCompoundedIn the most dementedAtmospheres.I talk but feel like nobody hears.Has reason disappeared?And, God, are you near?This is Giza’s 7th light forceAnd I'm asking you to interfere.I can no longer walk amongst the blind and deadWith open eyes and ears.I’m trying to maintain my sanityAnd to straighten up my veneerAs I roll amongst the growing calamitiesFlowing on Earth’s severely trashedFrontier.Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun (2010)

It was the first time that he'd cried in a very long time. All of his emotions poured out now, in a great rush of release: it was sadness tinged with bitterness, but mostly an intensely deep feeling of loss.

If you ate nails, your stomach would hurt, and it’s a good thing that it would. Eating nails is deadly, thus the pain is helpful. Like this, sadness, anger, and anxiety are not to be feared or shamed, but listened to and decoded.

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

Rune never said anything about it. But to anyone who had known him a long time, it was as if he grew a few centimetres shorter in the years that followed. As if he sort of crumpled with a deep sigh and never really breathed properly again.

Remembering that moment stirs something inside -- anger, at first, and then a deep, hollow sadness that ripples through me in its own spiderweb pattern.

Usually she ordered a cup of coffee and a cup of tea, as well as a brownie, propping up her sadness with chocolate and caffeine so that it became an anxiety.

The sky cries for those filled with sadness

It was more than physical attraction; it was the broken thing inside him she loved most of all, the unreachable place where he kept his sadness. Because that was the thing about Peter Jaxon that nobody knew but her, because she loved him like she did: how terribly sad he was. And not just in the day-to-day, the ordinary sadness everyone carried for the things and people they had lost; his was something more. If she could find this sadness, Sara believed, and take it from him, then he would love her in return.

The sadness of the world has different ways of getting to people, but it seems to succeed almost every time.

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.

Today my uncle died.and i am not feeling sad because he is dead.i am sad about that i can never see him alive again in my whole life.

You are never lost in sorrow, it seems to me, ever. You do know the way. In fact, you don't think there's any other. Sorrow seemed to me to be more like a road would through life, through the days of your life, like the old Roman ruins near the Tuileries or the rue d'Enfer -- underneath this life, but never really apart from it.

Sadness at that age had the pleasing texture of imprisonment: you reared and sulked against the bonds of parents and school and age, things that kept you from the certain happiness that awaited. When I was a sophomore in college, I had a boyfriend who spoke breathlessly of running away to Mexico - it didn't occur to me that we could no longer run away from home.

And at the closing of the dayShe loosed the chain, and down she lay;The broad stream bore her far away,The Lady of Shallot.

Clearly God was in some kind of mood on my birthday.

He did not know that the Old One was his father, for such a relationship was utterly beyond his understanding, but as he looked at the emaciated body he felt a dim disquiet that was the ancestor of sadness.

I believe that almost all our sadnesses are moments of tension that we find paralyzing because we no longer hear our surprised feelings living. Because we are alone with the alien thing that has entered into our self; because everything intimate and accustomed is for an instant taken away; because we stand in the middle of a transition where we cannot remain standing. For this reason the sadness too passes: the new thing in us, the added thing, has entered into our heart, has gone into its inmost chamber and is not even there any more, — is already in our blood. And we do not learn what it was. We could easily be made to believe that nothing has happened, and yet we have changed, as a house changes into which a guest has entered.

No one else, but the silence of the night cried with me

My mistakes were because I was selfless. I wanted to complete someone else, I didn’t think about completing myself.

It was such a relief to be able to sob and have someone know all the reasons why.

Sometimes you weren't supposed to share pain. Sometimes it was best just to deal with it alone.

I'm not sure if you even want me around or if you just feel sorry for me. I'm not sure of anything.

without room for improvement, where would we have our purpose, if I had all that I wanted, I would have to lose increments to give myself the purpose to obtain again, without goals, without the challenge what are they? Maybe rising to meet the maintenance, learning new things, stepping out of comfort zones, accomplishing new goals, facing new challenges is a part of what happiness is about... others deserve their right to live inalienably, but i feel like I deserve my right to suffer.

Now something so sad has hold of us that the breath leaves and we can't even cry.

I ran outta tears of sadness when I was 20 & all I got left is tears of joy.

Sadness is the ambrosia of all art.

Birds sing even when the world is filled with sadness. I don't know why people can't do the same thing.

Idyllic memories are merely a jeweled noose.

Paige had a sadness that was so desperate that it could not yet turn into anger.

There is somethingmystically sadand beautifulabouthowi will neversee youagainbut meet youagain and againin poetry.

While you are laughing madly, There is someone crying inside you

Nothing in my life has ever felt so good yet it hurt so achingly bad.

Your deepest scars tell the world of your greatest triumphs.

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

Life is as sad as a glass of grenadine.' ... It’s almost that. It is sad. But, at the same time, how a glass of grenadine sparkles!

It is true that I am a person with black pockets of evil and hatred in my heart. There are underground places inside of me

I met death for the last time realizing that he, the creature I called, it because I did not want to believe came for me... Collecting.

Strange that grief should now almost choke me, because another human being's eye has failed to greet mine.

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

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.

Though we are emotional beings, we are not our emotions. Remember this the next time you find yourself struggling.

It is usually unbearably painful to read a book by an author who knows way less than you do, unless the book is a novel.

She was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum.

I stumbled out into the courtyard to try to flee my misery, but of course we can never flee the misery that is within us.

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.

If you experience sadness without craving that the sadness go away, you continue to feel sadness, but you do not suffer from it. There can actually be richness in the sadness. If you experience joy without craving that the joy linger and intensify, you continue to feel joy without losing your peace of mind.

That’s what love is like: mother of the greatest bliss and stepmother of the most tragic misery.

I wanted love to conquer all. But love can't conquer anything.

He wipes tears off my face and then snot. He uses his hands. He loves me that much.

She was like a lone angel floating above the surface of the earth, laughing with delight because she could fly but crying out of loneliness.

Love isn't about to show off or to go on dates. Its about being with a person who makes you feel special, who gives you a feeling that no one else does. The one who can completely understand you and can laugh on your lame jokes. The one to whom you trust the most and can share your problems. The one who can make wrong things right. Person with whom you can spend your whole life.

SUICIDE... Is to have the freedom to choose, when, where and how to die.

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…

The only thing that will ever be real, is this moment,' I turned to the statue, 'when you made me feel alive, when you made me feel real, when I felt like you really love me. Now? I'm just your monster, Frankie. I will always be a monster.

In vain we roared;in vain we triedTo rouse her into laughter:Her pensive glances wandered wideFrom orchestra to rafter -"TIER UPON TIER!" she said,and sighed;And silence followed after.

It hurts that I was just one page in the book of your life…But what hurts more is knowing you’ll revise that chapter someday….….. and you’ll erase me completely.

What’s to become of us? We can’t go on like this.”“Yes, we can go on like this,” said Cesare. “We can go on exactly like this for the rest of our lives.

and sadness clung to mebecause she did not knowhow to be alone.