A grief without a pang, void, dark and drear,A drowsy, stifled, unimpassioned grief,Which finds no natural outlet or relief,In word, or sigh, or tear.

Trying to forget someone you love is like trying to remember someone you never knew.

You can NEVER be like someone else! Just be yourself and you will find that you’ll be much happier that way and accomplish more as well.

I think the saddest people always try their hardest to make people happy because they know what it’s like to feel absolutely worthless and they don’t want anyone else to feel like that.

Be content to love, to dazzle in the light,If only for moments…And then be gone,With gladness in your heart,Before the creeping shadowsClaim too much your sadness at leaving.

After every storm, there is a rainbow. If you have eyes, you will find it. If you have wisdom, you will create it. If you have love for yourself and others, you won’t need it.

Sorry excuses for hunters and friends. Both of us.

Dezgustată de pozitivismul vieţii,sufletul său închis şi umilit începea să iubească poezia.Lua drept poetic tot ceea ce o ajuta să evadeze din viaţă.

Consider in his spiritual martyr this being who lies with closed eyes, dislocated like the victim of a brutal accident who no longer requires care or rescue. Count the stabbing wounds of the hideous disappointment...

Lebedev: A time has come of sorrow and sadness for you. Man, my dear friend, is like a samovar. It doesn’t always stand on a shelf in the chill but sometimes they put hot coals...

Non ero triste per qualcosa in particolare, piangevo per tante cose insieme.

The sky is so tragically beautiful. A graveyard of stars.

The decision to be positive is not one that disregards or belittles the sadness that exists. It is rather a conscious choice to focus on the good and to cultivate happiness–genuine happiness. Happiness is not...

The crickets felt it was their duty to warn everybody that summertime cannot last for ever. Even on the most beautiful days in the whole year – the days when summer is changing into autumn...

Because pieces of your heart clearly weigh more when they’re sitting shattered at the bottom of your stomach.

I wanted to say all these things about how you just have to hold on to the things you love and let go of all the rest.

We have an obligation to feel guilty.” The words came out of her lips as if she were reciting an elegy. “Guilty. Because we kill the ones we love.

Loving someone isn’t a hard task, it’s not a chore, you don’t wake up one day and decide to break their heart because you got all hot and bothered, that doesn’t happen!” he boomed.

Not the sadness, but the happiness, is the ultimate purpose of life.

Don’t cry because it’s over, smile because it happened.

I was overpowered by the mere sensation of that dream and it alone survived in my sorely wounded heart.

pain demands to be felt..

I do not believe anyone can be perfectly well, who has a brain and a heart

I’ll give you a glass of wine, if you give me a few drops of water from your eyes. I’m thirsty for your sadness.

Why do we talk when no one ever listens?

What can we do?” Mom asked again.I shrugged.But she kept asking, as if there were something she could do, until I just kind of crawled across the couch into her lap and my dad came...

Sometimes my heart hurts so much, I beat it with my fists. I try to run. But you cannot run from this. It waits for you. Even when you think you have escaped it, it...

Everyone tells you it’s all right to cry, but not enough people say it’s all right if you don’t want people to know.

I miss your face. That big bright smile. You always had it, in any weather. It’s hard for me to find one these days. These cold November days. Except when I think of you.

I’ve never wanted to be loved. And God Knows no one’s done it yet.

Happiness is always replacing by loneliness.even you do everything to be Happy but there are so many people around that some of them will cheer you and some of them makes you dawn.

Pain pumps blood when heart dies

I don’t think all writers are sad, she said.I think it’s the other way around—all sad people write.

Humanity’s greatest achievement will come when the happiness of some will no longer be the sadness of others.

Persistent smile brings out hollow dimples, and persistent frowns brings out hollow wrinkles.

i was a prisoner of events

Every day you save me.

But there is nothing enduring in the world, and therefore even joy in the second minute is already not as acute as in the first; in the third minute it becomes still weaker and finally...

I am afraid because I can so clearly foresee my own life rotting away of itself, like a leaf that rots without falling, while I pursue my round of existence from day to day.

Life is sad and there is nothing we can do about it. All we can is to be vigilant about what we should not do. The worst thing we can do is to not feel...

Rain is a lullaby heard through a thick, isolating blanket of clouds. It is the tinkling harp of water droplets; a moist breath whistling through willow reeds; a pattering beat background to the mourner’s melody....

There is greater clarity in the still waters of sadness, something not found in the babbling brooks of more sought after emotions.

The sounds of a man crying is a piteous noise, almost worse than an infant’s cry. Babies are either hungry, sick or bored, or need changing. This man was none of those things. He was...

Knowing the Techniques of Survival……..Our fears and anxieties will often drive us to build impenetrable walls that act like blinders deflecting others and preventing us from seeing who surrounds us. Getting focused to the things...

There comes a time when something changes you… No matter the impact… Where the world no longer beats in time with you. You no longer feel amongst the fray.. And the feeling of loneliness is...

A flower bloomed already wilting. Beginning its life with an early ending.

In viaggio verso Bologna ho pensato a chi diceva di sentire il tempo come un enorme dolore. E ho visto, seduti accanto a me, donne e uomini di malaffari che andavano a guadagnarsi il pane...

Never such innocence,Never before or since,As changed itself to pastWithout a word–the menLeaving the gardens tidy,The thousands of marriagesLasting a little while longer:Never such innocence again.

Love can cause problem and love can heal humanly problems based on our virtue.

A lacerare e lacerarsi ci vuole un attimo.La pelle tira, leggermente arrossata dai cerotti. Mi accarezzo e affiora un sorriso. Calore. Pace interna o una cosa simile. Mettere le cose al proprio posto. Le ferite...