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?

For all her culture’s attention to the physical, it seemingly has little to salve the creatural anguish of losing someone else’s body, their touch, their heat, their oceanic heart…she doesn’t want another body, she wants...

Sadness does not last forever when we walk in the direction of that which we always desired.

Time don’t have heart emotions and feelings

I realised I never wanted to leave her side, and I never wanted her to have to struggle to be released from her sadness. I could never suggest she required release; for she did not...

I am living in a nightmare, from which from time to time I wake in sleep.

A radio was playing quietly. Nobody was listening. It was there to drown out the silence.

There’s always been sadness hidden at the core of Hitch, but it’s never been big enough to taste. Occasionally, I’d get a whiff of it, salty on the wind, but it never pressed in between...

After a while, though, even the deepest sorrow faltered, even the most penetrating despair lost its scalpel edge.

Some people are just not meant to be in this world. It’s just too much for them.

And I loved you I loved you so There were times I forgot to breathe Waiting for the phone call For the sound of your voice Touching me places You couldn’t touch For the miles...

When we’d moved in, she’d welcomed us. When Marius moved out, I sat on her floor and cried. I suppose I could have called any number of our friends, but that was the problem. They...

In our culture I think most people think of grief as sadness, and that’s certainly part of it, a large part of it, but there’s also this thorniness, these edges that come out.

One day,” you said to me, “I saw the sunset forty-four times!”And a little later you added:”You know– one loves the sunet, when one is so sad…””Were you so sad, then?” I asked, “on the...

He felt like his own heart might stop beating just from acknowledging the concept. The sadness, the sorrow, and the loss, they were living things, funnily enough.

I want it to stop,” he said. “Sophie says everyone is still searching for a cure for me. I know I gave Will my permission, but I want everyone to cease looking now, Charlotte. It...

I will do anything. Anything, Blaire, just to be near you. I can’t think about anything else. I can’t focus on anything. So never think you’re inconveniencing me. You need me, I’m there.

Happiness does not create humor. There’s nothing funny about being happy. Sadness creates humor.

So it’s true, when all is said and done, grief is the price we pay for love.

For, thought Ahab, while even the highest earthly felicities ever have a certain unsignifying pettiness lurking in them, but, at bottom, all heartwoes, a mystic significance, and, in some men, an archangelic grandeur; so do...

What?”–Meaning–

It’s easy to smile just to make other people feel better. But when a person fakes happy, it has edges. Regular people may not see, but the people who count, they can see the edges...

There are certain levels of sadness that introduce you to parts of yourself you never knew existed, and it’s always a much purer version of you that couldn’t be any you-er than you. You fall...

Give me my heart; I am killing my existence without it.

I want to celebrate the sadness that makes you feel everything so deeply. I want to throw a party for the wounds that make you so unabashedly human.

I long to belong like a midget longs to be long. Footlong hotdogs are 12 inches too short to take seriously, and I vote with my wallet. Sadly, there are no refunds in politics.

Yes, it will.

The point is not that this world is too sad to love or too glad not to love; the point is that when you do love a thing, its gladness is a reason for loving...

The worst way to miss someone is to have them sitting right next to you and know you can never have them.

No truth can cure the sadness we feel from losing a loved one. No truth, no sincerity, no strength, no kindness, can cure that sorrow. All we can do is see that sadness through to...

The world will and always will be running at the same pace as now,then and forever.

I love you. That never changed eversince that day you walked right in front of me.

Por qué rayos me siento tan triste cuando papá hace cosas por mi bien?

No one can usurp the heights…But those to whom the miseries of the worldAre misery, and will not let them rest.

She was a genius of sadness, immersing herself in it, separating its numerous strands, appreciating its subtle nuances. She was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum.

I know the difference between sadness and depression. Clinical depression has no source from which it springs-it just is. Intractable sadness has nothing to do with synapses, or brain chemistry, or essential salts, it’s born...

I don’t-” I shake my head. (…) “What? What were you going to say?” This is another trick of shrinks. They never let you stop in midthought. If you open your mouth, they want to...

How could she trust this man, so imprecise with his words, to take care of the burial? To say there had been a loss was ludicrous; one lost a shoe or a pair of keys....

Ya lo sé, debo escaparme de los ahogados que flotan en los pozos

Empty teacups gathered around her and dictionary pages fell at her feet.

…What’s real is something that not even the strength of the Goddess can change. The only one who can change it is me. If I don’t change my destiny, if I don’t cut through the...

We’ll meet again, but you’re a lifetime away, and I need you now.

…in my dream the shadings of your soul are the dark tincture of rain…

‘Better to have loved and lost,’ my ass.Anyone parroting that little platitude had obviously never lost anyone of consequence.