(…) everything is finite. Life. Love. All this.’ (…) ‘Sadness too. Although that’s harder to let go of than happiness.

I think of the quietness of Julian’s voice as he said I love you, the steadiness of his rib cage rising and falling against my back, as we sleep.I love you, Julian. But the words...

the path is lost, and I’ve become part of the wreckage − another meaningless casualty.

The monsters were neverunder my bed.Because the monsterswere inside my head.I fear no monsters,for no monsters I see.Because all this timethe monster has been me.

if it was time that made me lost what we were, then i hate time…

You don’t know where you are or where your dreams end and the world begins.

All my joys resemble more a momentary intoxication than the real gold of happiness. It was all but an illusion.

Rainy, gloomy, drab, sunless day. There are times when hope seems entirely clouded over; when looking for the blessings in your circumstances feels like trying to catch a ray of sunshine from six feet under.

Part of me aches at the thought of her being so close yet so untouchable.

She wished it were evening now, wished for the great relief of the calendar inking itself out, of day done and night coming, of ice cubes knocking about in a glass beneath the whisky spilling...

Every single dayI find it hard to sayI could be yours aloneYou will see somedayThat all along the wayI was yours to hold.

my uncle died.and i don’t feel sad because he died.but i felt so sad when i realize that i will never see him alive again in my whole life.

We look before and after,And pine for what is not;Our sincerest laughterWith some pain is fraught;Our sweetest songs are those that tell Of saddest thought.

I don’t know why we take our worst moods so much more seriously than our best, crediting depression with more clarity than euphoria. We dismiss peak moments and passionate love affairs as an ephemeral chemical...

She searched her mind for a single day when it had felt good to be alive. There must have been one, surely?

Was I prone to sadness and melancholy? How could anyone like that? It wasn’t that I wanted it; it was that I was so used to hard rains, I couldn’t help expecting a cloudburst every...

Some people are really sentimental mostly those people struggle pain in relationship.”And that time infatuation turn to fear..and over thinking like;Its so sad.Is it getting failed?Should i better off alone?I’m so confused.I learn that;”Deep emotional...

Trust can be broken in just a few seconds, but it takes years to heal

I am so happy that I made someone cry today – don’t worry I’m a writer. It’s when they make me cry that it’s a problem.

Can we account for instinct?’ said Monte Cristo. ‘Are there not some places where we seem to breathe sadness? — why, we cannot tell. It is a chain of recollections — an idea which carries...

I missed my mother’s father. Is that even possible? Maybe I had fallen asleep for a while. Maybe I was like her, just waking up and looking for him to be there. I wondered how...

Outside it was dark, but not as dark as it was inside of me.

When you experience the emotion of sadness, there will be changes in facial expression, and your body will be closed in, withdrawn. There are also changes in your heart, your guts: they slow down. And...

How do you file a restraining order against sadness?

It always is harder to be left behind than to be the one to go…

Like blood out of a wound, a keening wail rose from the bottom of my heart and ripped through the graveyard. I lowered my face to Hadassah’s shoulder and went quietly and thoroughly to pieces.

In the deepest darkness God tenderly grasps my hand and whispers that darkness is nothing more than a place that He is preparing for the arrival of light.

I’d rather laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints.

You have not wept at all! I see a white cheek and a faded eye, but no trace of tears. I suppose then, your heart has been weeping blood?

I enjoy melancholic music and art. They take me to places I don’t normally get to go.

In the silence, she felt the past and the present shift and mix, but that was a mirage. There was no way to comfort the lost boy he’d been back then. But she had the...

Nature is where the reality happens.

Happy?” asked Aquilina, with dreadful look, and a smile full of pity and terror. “Ah, you do not know what it is to be condemned to a life of pleasure.

Being unhappy alone isn’t all that much fun, but what’s even tougher is playing one’s part without forgetting one’s lines, coping with other people’s compassion, their comments, being there with the right line when they...

As árvores nas margens, cobertas de neve, as raparigas de boina de lã e de mãos medidas no regalo, a música que de tão fogosa aquecia o ambiente, tudo isso pertence aos momentos bué construíram...

I was saddened to hear about a death in her family. I’d much rather hear about many deaths in her family.

Sometimes when you are sad enough , your soul becomes ghost for you.

I don’t have tears running down my cheeks. Those are egg yokes, and yes, it means I’m in love.

Last night, I realized that it is possible for love to die in an instant. It felt sickening to lie with you in the same bed and have your arms wrapped tightly around me. It...

The champagne had been donated by one of Gus’s doctors – Gus being the kind of person who inspires doctors to give their best bottles of champagne to children.

When people say they are happy for you it may mean they are sad for themselves.

I nodded, trying to imagine the very particular sadness of a vanished childhood yogurt now found only in France. It was a very special sort of sadness, individual, and in its inability to induce sympathy,...

And as I venture into anothers pit of everlasting darkness, I’ll return with a simple blackened rose. and with that rose I shall write the stories it tells.

You cannot protect yourself from sadness without protecting yourself from happiness.

There is no beauty in sadness. No honor in suffering. No growth in fear. No relief in hate. It’s just a waste of perfectly good happiness.

Never let the salt of your tears be tasteless in grief.

RebukeObstinate regressionbringing untold pathsof deep dark forebodingdepression…

He owned a whole world full of memories, of lovely moments relived and happy recollections. I’m not saying he was happy or that he didn’t suffer. He suffered very much, but he did not despair;...

I walk out the door with a heavy feeling in my heart as another secret falls on top of it.

You’ve left me with a kaleidoscope of broken smiles and shattered dreams.