I try to smile at her, but I can’t extend my flexibility training to my mouth, it just won’t move.

so much is happening now; you must be patient like someone who is sick, and confident like someone who is recovering; for perhaps you are both. And more: you are also the doctor, who has...

if you love someone so much and they love you as the same dont let go of them fite for them showem how you true feel no lies no bs but if they are not...

Percy, let me go” she croaked. “You can’t pull me up.”His face was white with effort. She could see in his eyes that he knew it was hopeless.”Never,” he said. He looked up at Nico,...

La tristesse durera toujours.[The sadness will last forever.]

Rule #1 always look out for yourself first don’t nobody love/care for you like you do.

There should be a measure for happiness or sadness, like the width of your smile, the twinkle in your eyes, the depth of your laughter or the salt of your tears.

I’m sorry for ignoring you but that’s all I can do. Iloveyou

A veces, el dolor es el único recuerdo de que lo que tuvimos fue real.

To multiply the years and divide by the desire to live is a kind of false accounting.

You must really love this guy, huh? I mean, to be crying as ugly as you are?

One must be honest with himself. Then it will be much better than it is now.

I felt like I was being carried over the threshold of a sisterhood of loss. I knew I was not walking alone, and that eventually I would bob back up to the surface of the...

Halfway home, the sky goes from dark gray to almost black and a loud thunder snap accompanies the first few raindrops that fall. Heavy, warm, big drops, they drench me in seconds, like an overturned...

Magic doesn’t work when you’re sad.

Sometimes I get so sad that it jest sounds good.

Some might say that suicide is for cowards. I dare them to hold a razor to their wrists and say it as they slice into their own flesh.

He was always saying he deserved better. Better than this, anyway. I would nod and agree with him, but I never told him what I wanted to tell him, which was, hey, Deepak, when you...

I’m so sorry,” he said, because after Pamela died, he promised himself that if anyone told him the smallest, saddest story, he would answer, I’m so sorry. Meaning, Yes, that happened. You couldn’t believe the...

The cloudless day is richer at its close;A golden glory settles on the lea;Soft, stealing shadows hint of cool reposeTo mellowing landscape, and to calming sea.And in that nobler, gentler, lovelier light,The soul to sweeter,...

For the first time in years, he felt the deep sadness of exile, knowing that he was alone here, an outsider, and too alert to the ironies, the niceties, the manners, and indeed, the morals...

Stain my eyes as I may, on all sides all is black.

but sing no more this bitter tale that wears my heart away

That the world I was in could be soft, lovely, and nourishing was more than I could bear, and so I stood there and wept, for I didn’t want to love one more thing that...

so here i sit. a sum of the parts. about a third way down this wonderful path, so to speak. and i’ve been thinking lately about a friendship that fell apart with time, with distance,...

I bought this place for a pittance, because it was a dump. Rejected, abandoned, unwanted. Like me. I fixed it up. Made it mine.

I feel sad for the people who I hear always plan, plan, plan the next day’s event to occur. Life only stands still for them.

I feel half faded away like some figure in the background of an old picture.

The real world—where I probably could never be happy, and never get anywhere.

Sadness was so claustrophobic.

As we all know, life is always moving on.

Once upon a time, you were everything to me..and I was everything to you.

Remember what I said when I led to Omar and the queen?” I bobbed my head, unable to look away from his jewel-like eyed, shining in the darkness…so much like Chorda’s. “That was the lie....

I am in that temper that if I were under water I would scarcely kick to come to the top.

SADNESS OF THE INTELLECT: Sadness of being misunderstood [sic]; Humor sadness; Sadness of love wit[hou]t release; Sadne[ss of be]ing smart; Sadness of not knowing enough words to [express what you mean]; Sadness of having options;...

In my life, no three miles have been flat and no three days have had sun. I’ve been brave in the past, but now I’m beyond devastated. My grief is like dense clouds that cannot...

You don’t need a sad soul to feel the beauty of a dead graveJust stay with the pale moonwhen darkness wants the night to be brave

Thirteen days. Almost two weeks. And, just five days in, she had learned a fundamental truth about time: Like the accordion on which sometimes played old Pashto songs were played, time stretched and contracted depending...

If you have a dog, you will most likely outlive it; to get a dog is to open yourself to profound joy and, prospectively, to equally profound sadness.

But for each high, there’s a low. Periods of such despair and listlessness that you don’t ever see a way of getting out of it. Everything’s bad. Nothing’s ever going to be all right again....

You wouldn’t believe how much harder it’s getting for me to just leave my studio. It’s really sad. In fact these days the only thing that gets me outside is when I say: Fuck. Fuck....

ALWAYSAre you always sad? someone asked.(Always is such a long, long time.)I couldn’t say. But.If sadness was a sea, I’d drown in it.(Salty and warm, sadness is.)(Cold, too. Sometimes.)And I happen to love the sea.

Voy a tener que irmea un planeta sin aire.Porque eres el aire.Eres el aire.Eres el aire.Y el agua.Y los jazmines.Y mi sombra.Y mi canto.¡Vete!,No te han dicho, acaso,que los muertos no regresan?Nunca regresan.Nunca regresan.Nunca regresan.

I have fooled life and life has fooled me. We are quits. I say good-bye. Think sometimes in the hour of happiness of your poor, comical fool who loved you truly and so well.

Tristețea mea aude nenăscuții c iniPe nenăscuții oameni cum îi latră

When she enters the room she immediately shuts the window and draws the shade with a quick, hard pull. Then she throws herself down on the bed, and the sobbing starts all over again. It’s...

The Art of Living is to be yourself. It is to be true to yourself. The Art of Living is learning to live with love, awareness and truth. Meditation is the way to learn The...

I didn’t know why I was going to cry, but I knew that if anybody spoke to me or looked at me too closely the tears would fly out of my eyes and the sobs...

Sometimes I wish life was written pencil so we could erase it and write it all over again.

It would be wrong to refuse to face the fact that everything is fundamentally sick and sad.