The sight of such aching beauty would infuse his soul with pain.

for we all have our own twilights and mistsand abyssesto return to.

I don’t mind, I’m not supposed to mind, anyway. Mearth already told me that eventually I would want to be dead, that it was inevitable… still, I sometimes wish that I could have done something...

He was acting like our kiss had broken him, and his reaction was breaking me.

There’s little of the melancholy element in her, my lord: she is never sad but when she sleeps; and not ever sad then; for I have heard my daughter say, she hath often dreamt of...

If love were human I would’ve set them on fire by now — a screaming blaze of smoke and flesh. I’d breathe in the blackness once more just to feel love’s destruction, its mortality filling...

There is a difference between depression and sadness. I am happy to be sad.

The eyes of the Armenians speak long before the lips move and long after they cease to.

I’m a keeper of flocks.The flock is my thoughtsAnd my thoughts are all sensations.I think with my eyes and with my earsAnd with my hands and feetAnd with my nose and mouth.Thinking about a flower...

Her voice is raw. She sings from the deepest cracks of her heart and her soul. When she closes her eyes, I know she has lost herself in the music. – Unrequited

I’m pretty lost in becoming all this frost. Bitter, like Winter. Strung-out like a string of pearls.

You’re a mystery.

The fruit of empty hopes is more bitter than the saddest truth.

Given a choice, I would never want a life totally devoid of pain, but life is meaningless without some sadness.

I don’t see how anyone can find happiness in this world.

My heart was in a perpetual state of sadness and the only relief I could find were in those cathartic cries. I lived a fragile existence.

Joe closed his hand over the watch and it was still warm from his father’s pocket, ticking against his palm like a heart.

There is much pain that is quite noiseless; and vibrations that make human agonies are often a mere whisper in the roar of hurrying existence. There are glances of hatred that stab and raise no...

My Serinity,Thee, my serenity, one can not bear, Seeing thee befuddled, bereaved,Dimmed like the midnight, secluded, darkened,Thee, my serenity,A window to my eyes, A window to laughter, and peace of mind,Thee, my serenity, one can...

Where are you?” I wheeze into the floor. “Where did you go?

Suddenly this defeat.This rain.The blues gone grayAnd the browns gone grayAnd yellowA terrible amber.In the cold streetsYour warm body.In whatever roomYour warm body.Among all the peopleYour absenceThe people who are alwaysNot you.I have been easy...

how anxiously I yearned for those I had forsaken.

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

Why did I always end up loving the person who hurt me the most? Why was love so cruel?

Love is a lot like bowling, I thought as I drove by a boarded up and abandoned bowling alley. Like the economy, I’ve made a full recovery since we broke up.

May you hear my feeble voice! It will tell you that here below there is a heart full of the memory of you.

Issac:”I dislike living in a world without Augustus Waters.”Computer: “I don’t understand-“Issac: “Me neither. Pause

When you get older, you think of sadness in a different way. You don’t judge it so harshly.

He had a sadness in his eyes that Carrie recognised as regret.

The sorrow that lay cold in her mother’s heart… converted it into a tomb.

The next morning I told Mom I couldn’t go to school again, She asked what was wrong. I told her, “The same thing that’s always wrong.” “You’re sick?” “I’m sad.” “About Dad?” “About everything..” She...

…how do you run and play when you feel like there are bricks of the heaviest sadness weighing down every part of your body? How do you laugh and talk when there are no laughs...

I’m fine. Well, I’m not fine – I’m here.””Is there something wrong with that?””Absolutely.

I told myself that if I didn’t care, this wouldn’t have hurt so much – surely that proved I was alive and human and all those touchy-feely things, for once and for all. But that...

Forgetting who you are is so much more complicated than simply forgetting your name. It’s also forgetting your dreams. Your aspirations. What makes you happy. What you pray you’ll never have to live without. It’s...

If I had a camera,” I said, “I’d take a picture of you every day. That way I’d remember how you looked every single day of your life.” “I look exactly the same.” “No, you...

The worst type of crying wasn’t the kind everyone could see–the wailing on street corners, the tearing at clothes. No, the worst kind happened when your soul wept and no matter what you did, there...

We have talked about Suzy and about her last days, but it’s as if our lives stopped then and there. If I say anything to him about feeling lonesome, he goes outside and does some...

my soul has shadows – nooks and crannies where griefs, like cobwebs, collect

If the whole world seems like it’s against you, it helps to know that you’ve still got home. A safe place. It just takes one person—a teacher, a friend, a parent. If I didn’t have...

There was this movie that I would watch with her all the time, some stupid chick flick, and it had this opening line that would always make her catch her breath. ‘I remember it hurt....

You said this was only the beginning, I didn’t realize that meant starting a new chapter without you as part of my story.

Everyone wanted what she couldn’t have.

Were it possible for us to see further than our knowledge reaches, and yet a little way beyond the outworks of our divinings, perhaps we would endure our sadnesses with greater confidence than our joys....

Rise or Fall you must not stop doing.

What I really got from Bob was this unbelievable sadness. He really did know how the world worked, and he really did seem like a wandering guy without a country, like an exile. And it...

Little Joe was still behind him. Eli could feel it. He wanted to look back, but he couldn’t. The tears were too close. If he were Fancy, he’d turn around and kick and buck and...

Most men are blinded by the words “Bad Bitches” and end settling for less!

Tears are God’s way of cleansing the heart.

This susceptibility to impressions had been his undoing, no doubt. Still at his age he had, like a boy or a girl even, these alternations of mood; good days, bad days, for no reason whatever,...