The New Your energy goes beyond anything you’ll find anywhere else. It’s too much for some people and it grinds them down, but it lifts up and animates the rest of us.

Oh, Lady,” said the woodcutter, “my hurt is overwhelming because it is someone else’s pain that makes me cry.

No one can sad listening to Frankie Valli.

To all the person whom I made laugh,I wonder who will be the one to put a smile on my face-a clown’s message

Acknowledge that some moments are just plain awful―desperate and gloomy and painful and miserable and nothing at all but anguish. No truthful, cheerful thought in the world will fix it. So let me cry awhile....

All mental unhappiness is the avoidance of legitimate suffering.

When blackened night falls, darkness exists if one chooses to rely on sight as thy only guide.

Some people appear to be happy, but they simply don’t give the matter much thought. Others make plans: I’m going to have a husband, a home, two children, a house in the country. As long...

He was visited by grief,” because that’s really what it is. Grief is its own thing. It’s not like it’s in me and I’m going to deal with it. It’s a thing, and you have...

Happiness grows best in the soil of contentment.

But now the joy is gone and the sadness is back, the sadness feels like something deserved, the price of some not-quite-forgotten betrayal.

What God knows about me is more important than what others think about me.

In the world of the Machiguenga, sadness could be equated with anger, and anger was a perilous emotion, by which a foreigner could lose his life.

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...

Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the o-er wrought heart and bids it break.

He still smiles all the time, but now his smiles look like they’re made out of water, about to drip down his face.

Sometimes I feel like I’m disappearing.

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.

There, in the spaces between darkness and light, a sadness hangs in the air, invisible to the human eye yet heavy on the heart.

Trees lose their leaves in blizzards like these.

It was only in the middle—between the immense and the minute—that sadness seemed to exist.

I feel I’ve lost every part of me…there’s nothing left but the parts I’ve given to you. I need you to hold those pieces together. Please don’t forget who I was…then…then there really will be...

For all our mutual experienceOur separate conclusions are the sameNow we are forced to recognize our inhumanityOur reason coexists with our insanityBut we choose between reality and madnessIt’s either sadness or euphoria

I’m always telling myself I don’t have many feelings. Even when something does affect me I’m only moderately moved. I almost never cry. It’s not that I’m stronger than the ones with teary eyes, I’m...

People do not belong to others, either. How can the huincas buy and sell people if they do not own them. Sometimes the boy went two or three days without speaking a word, surly, and...

Even if times are tough and you’re enduring a terrible heartache, it’s important to focus your anger on a vibrator, not another person.

Future is one of the wildest experiences that you will ever have.

Some things take so longBut how do I explainWhen not too many peopleCan see we’re all the sameAnd because of all their tearsYour eyes can’t hope to seeThe beauty that surrounds themNow, isn’t it a...

Or rather, he was sad because that morning he’d understood that he’d understood nothing, because while he still understood nothing he wasn’t sad at all, but now that he’d understood that he’d understood nothing he...

You ache with it all; and the more mysterious it is, the more you ache.

I am so sad. I am so sad it makes me heavier than the sum of my parts. I shift, restless, but it doesn’t help. It’s like—time. All this time in here is on me,...

I remember asking myself one night, while I was curled up in the same old corner of my same old couch in tears yet again over the same old repetition of sorrowful thoughts, ‘Is there...

I walk slowly when I’m being introspective and nostalgic. Some might call it moping. But I don’t. I call it love.

A breeze stirred Dovewing’s pelt, as is someone had walked past. She lifted her head an saw two figures standing just beyond her Clanmates. One was a badger with a narrow, striped face, the other...

The silence broke:”Sometimes I liked it”, I said “Sometimes I liked it that she was dead.””You mean it felt good?””No. I don’t know. It felt … pure.

The world was not to be trusted. Loved persons were always stolen. Dreams always squashed. That was life as she understood it.

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.

As far as he could discover, there were no signs of spring. The decay that covered the surface of the mottled ground was not the kind in which life generates. Last year, he remembered, May...

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...

Flower will not grow, if the stem doesn’t allow

The falling apart of a man’s life should make more noise. It should startle passesrby with its Sturm and Drang. It ought to sound like the Parthenon crashing down. Not this ordinary, everyday kind of...

Such is the life of a man. Moments of joy, obliterated by unforgettable sadness. There’s no need to tell the children that.

I just let the pain take over, allowing it to numb the pain of being left behind.

Isso é bem outra coisa”, replicou Alberto, “porque um homem que se deixa arrastar por uma paixão violenta perde a faculdade de refletir e deve ser considerado como um ébrio, como um demente.

I am not, anymore, a Christian, but I am lifted and opened by any space with prayer inside it. I didn’t know why I was going, today, to stand in the long cool darkness of...

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,...

A void in my chest was beginning to fill with anger. Quiet, defeated anger that guaranteed me the right to my hurt, that believed no one could possibly understand that hurt.

He’s following me… He needs to have a secret but he can´t help telling the heat is going out of me. The heart is going out of me, and though she cannot remember she cannot...

Misery is a river of tears that whispers my name in a constant hiss.

What can you do when you’re condemned to a place where every choice seems wrong – even the one you promised your lover you’d make?