Although we may encounter dark seasons, when we’re filled with joy we’ll have confident expectations that the sun will soon return and dark clouds will pass.

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!

I am the shade. Through the dolent city, i flee. Through the eternal woe, i take flight..

WATCH out for your surroundings, UPGRADE your mindset and keep FOCUS.

It is beautiful, it is endless, it is full and yet seems empty. It hurts us.

Still haunted by the love, light and darkness we shared. encumbered to smile and breathing becomes an art; when you don’t fucking feel anything.

Cos every breath is unbearably painful

Never Expect Loyalty From A Person That Can’t Give You Honesty.

Is there a silent song in your heart, that is screaming to be heard?

If you see me standing on my head, I’m trying to cheer you up with my frown. I need my honesty, you my pleasantry.

Sorrow is the violent smashing of reason, in that reason has no power over it.

They safely cured the world of sadness, wiser the Pfizer for it?

And a rock feels no pain;And an island never cries.

Nothing can cure the soul but the senses, just as nothing can cure the senses but the soul.

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

And sometimes you realize the value of the rain by knowing how unreliable and vanishing the rainbow is.

Being open is happiness and being closed is sadness. So free your mind from the prison of binding ideas and thoughts.

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...

I have cried over myself a hundred times this summer, she thought, I have wept over my big feet and my skinny legs and my nose, I have even cried over my stupid shoes, and...

And empty words are evil.

One of the greatest tragedies in life is to lose your own sense of self and accept the version of you that is expected by everyone else.

At the heart of memory, is the stillness of time.

reality sucks, that’s probably why we dream. Why our bodies need sleep. So we can escape. Escape this earth, at least just for a little while. Everynight, we get to go away. Sleep is the...

Never love that which you cannot keep.

I sat in the gradually chilling room, thinking of my whole past the way a drowning man is supposed to, and it seemed part of the present, part of the gray cold and the beggar...

That’s the way I am,” is the voice of knowledge. It’s the voice of the liar living in the Tree of Knowledge in your head. The Toltec consider it a mental disease that is highly...

I went to a tattoo parlor and had YES written onto the palm of my left hand, and NO onto my right palm, what can I say, it hasn’t made my life wonderful, its made...

beneath the stars that drift; she sighed and said “Every tale of a love can only be a tale of ghosts that linger in these spaces wecan never hold,”—as the wind gave echo

Do not trap yourself into an owl’s hooting soundwhere sad nights linger through the blackness of a hound

Back then, come July, and the blazers would again make their way out of the steel trunks and evenings would be spent looking at snow-capped mountains from our terrace and spotting the first few lights...

In such a person, sadness breeds purpose; finding inspiration in the darkness and often times, I believe, they will impress a hell onto their own lives in order to re-create it, that others might suffer...

I have been poisoned in your love and now I need antidote Jacqueline.L.J!

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...

The state of mind above which my distraction floats like fog is suddenly perfectly clear, though the right word for it is less immediately available. Grief is too sharp and immediate; maybe it’s the high...

An old walrus-faced waiter attended to me; he had the knack of pouring the coffee and the hot milk from two jugs, held high in the air, and I found this entrancing, as if he...

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

Have you ever thought, thought your heart would break? Wished you could cut open your chest tear it out to stop the pain? Why don´t you riot like everyone else. I don’t care, life’s too...

It slowly began to dawn on me that I had been staring at her for an impossible amount of time. Lost in my thoughts, lost in the sight of her. But her face didn’t look...

I continue to stare, my eyes missing nothing, remembering the moments we just shared together. But in all that time she does not look back, and I am haunted by the visions of her struggling...

…she imagines her body curled in the narrow monk’s bed, knees to chin, her own irrefutable geography, but she sees the blood of her futile heart seeping out over her chest and arms and legs,...

See, it’s not that I’m jealous of others. I just don’t understand why they can be happy and I can’t.

Why are doors more difficult to openas if some sadness were leaning against them?Why do windows darken and trees bendwhen there is no wind? You call that occasionalroar the roar of a plane and I...

I have found it is surprisingly difficult to remain sad when a cat is doing its level best to sandpaper one’s cheeks.

He saw her red eyes filled with tears of anger. “Tell me why this rage?” He asked holding her in his arms. “Why do you fence for yourself so much?She sighed and muttered, “Because all...

The world is thinningand the earth…it’s still spinningmy world is thinningand it’s all because of one person I’m missing.

Grief, no matter how you try to cater to its wail, has a way of fading away.

I’m going to miss all my seniors a lot, and there will be sadness.

Dreadful will be the day when the world becomes contented, when one great universal satisfaction spreads itself over the world. Sad will be the day for every man when he becomes absolutely contented with the...

The trick. . .is to find the balance between the bright colors of humor and the serious issues of identity, self-loathing, and the possibility for intimacy and love when it seems no longer possible or,...

He who has felt the deepest grief is best able to experience supreme happiness.