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.

And inside, inside I feel a dark chasm. And its getting wider, deeper. It’s breaking my heart apart more and more. The chasm is filling up. Filling up with gallons and gallons tears. Tears that...

that was bad; i shouldn’t have done thatto prevent you from entering a catatonic statei am going to maintain a calm facial expressionwith crinkly eyes and an overall friendly demeanori believe in a human being...

My ghost is the only soul who ever comes to cry on my grave… Only the skies cried sincerely on my funeral.

I believe that almost all our sadnesses are moments of tension that we find paralyzing because we no longer hear our surprised feelings living. Because we are alone with the alien thing that has entered...

Feelings come and feelings go. There is no need to fear them and no need to crave them. Be open to your feelings and experience them while they are here. Then be open to the...

All Wishes are not from HEART !!!

[F]or grief is felt not so much for the want of what we have never known, as for the loss of that to which we have been long accustomed.

All my life I’d been a believing Christian. … But that instant in the ER–the instant Annette [his wife] died–I seemed to feel my religious faith die, too.As I thought more about it in the...

I realized that I’m lonely without her and she’s incomplete without me. There will be no end to our love story..

My first feeling was that there was no way to continue. Writing isn’t like math;in math, two plus two always equals four no matter what your mood is like. With writing, the way you feel...

Self-pity” is just sadness, I think, in the pejorative.

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.

Don’t be scared of scars. They just tell stories that are hard to hear.

He had the same look on his face that I had every day when I looked in the mirror. He was nothing more than a shell of a person.

What a sad story, I thought for so long. Not that I now think it was happy. But I think it is true, and thus the question of whether it is sad or happy has...

My gender ceased to exist inside me whenever I sing my feelings; soul has no gender.

They say when you are missing someone that they are probably feeling the same, but I don’t think it’s possible for you to miss me as much as I’m missing you right now

She wore his flowerIn her hairScent of amberSweetened the airHer dress was whiteHer feet bareHe found heavenWaiting thereShe is aliveIn his painful sigh…

Ah, I feel a sadness on me, Dane. That’s how the Irish people say it. In their language, you can’t say, “I am sad,” or “I am happy”. They understood what we English have long...

Even when the sun was shining she couldn’t see it. The whole house was closing in on her and she was suffocating.

Though the world was hazy, all I could think about was love. And how I’d never had it. How I would never understand what it felt like to fall asleep knowing another person was thinking...

When you see the sadness in life, be compassionate. When you see the darkness, become the light and be passionate.

The great pagan sadness of modern man is largely due to his premonition of ultimate disaster.

I had a dream where I lost Cap’n among the hundreds of black and white cats and they all looked nearly identical to him. It was such a sad dream that it made me drool...

Anyone who has actually been that sad can tell you that there’s nothing beautiful or literary or mysterious about depression.

This is how sudden things happened that haunted forever.

When I feel sad, I try to think of someone else in the world who is suffering worse than me. Like someone in Seattle, who is hurting so bad financially that instead of a vente...

I had never liked, even feared a little, this wild reach of marsh and mud flats where everything seemed turned away from the land, looking off desperately toward the horizon as if in mute search...

Give me another Chance Then, You will Get Less than I Gain…

I wanted to tell her not to entertain despair like this. Despair wasn’t a guest, you didn’t play its favourite music, find it a comfortable chair. Despair was the enemy.

If I was lonely, if I was afraid of being alone, then why abandon myself? Why run to someone else looking to give myself the thing that only I could give? I wanted to escape...

It…whatever ‘it’ is, has swallowed me and I lie here in the pit of its cold dark stomach being eaten alive by its bile and I…I don’t even know if I want to be saved.

I’m sorry! I really am! I wanted to get out of this place! I want to live! I want to get away from here and never see it again! I hate everything about it!””You will...

Carrie doesn’t seem to talk about anything with sharp edges. Maybe she’s afraid they might poke her and then she’d burst.

You think you deserve to be sad,” he says. There is a moment of silence as we look at each other. “You think it is okay for you to be sad every day. But it’s...

Love for the beauty of the soul. I shall love you always. When the flower of life has gone, ever I shall find you. When all is lost and winter comes, I shall be your...

(…) 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.

Olga was nice, Olga was nice and loving, Olga loved him, he repeated to himself with a growing sadness as he also realised that nothing would ever happen between them again, life sometimes offers you...