C y nến cháy, lửa xanh, lửa đỏ,Ch n nến kia, lệ nhỏ l m ly.Lệ khô, khi tắt nến đi,Cô em khóc lóc, giọng kia đã khàn.C y nến cháy, lửa vàng, lửa đỏ,Ngồi...

On dirait que les projets de joie sont un défi.Trop longuement préparés,ils laissent le temps à la detinée de changer les oeufs dans le nid,et ce sont les chagrins qui nous faudra couver.

That’s most interesting. But I was no more a mind-reader then than today. Iwas weeping for an altogether different reason. When I watched you dancing that day, I saw something else. I saw a new...

Gentle lady, do not sing Sad songs about the end of love;Lay aside sadness and sing How love that passes is enough.Sing about the long deep sleep Of lovers that are dead, and howIn the...

I am touched by her life, how it moves forward, pulses and springs. There is no fragmentation, nothing stunted or wedged. I circle back, I regress, the past doesn’t let go. It might as well...

We began our hospital visits: one day Susan, one day me, everyday The Big Hoom. On one of these visits, she told me about the tap that opened at my birth and the lack drip...

I couldn’t be with people and I didn’t want to be alone. Suddenly my perspective whooshed and I was far out in space, watching the world. I could see millions and millions of people, all...

Why do beautiful songs make you sad?’ ‘Because they aren’t true.’ ‘Never?’ ‘Nothing is beautiful and true.

Desdemona, mourning her parents, was still imprisoned by the past. And so she stood on the mountain, looking down at the emancipated city, and felt cheated by her ability to feel happy by everybody else.

…waktu sudah membekukan lidahku untuk meratap.

Guy’s don’t usually cry, but when they do, nobody can realize that what they have been going through.

He looks at me, and I don’t know what he sees. I used to think it was Rose. But she’s not here with us now, in this room. It’s just him and me, and the...

I want my life back.-Dear Blue Sky

Tonight I can write the saddest linesI loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

Khi mối quan hệ xuất hiện những nứt rạn, người ta thường băn khoăn rằng những người khác sẽ làm gì trong tình cảnh tương tự. Tôi nhận ra mình đang cố sức đến kiệt...

It was that sort of sleep in which you wake every hour and think to yourself that you have not been sleeping at all; you can remember dreams that are like reflections, daytime thinking slightly...

Nước mắt chảy từ con mắt là thứ thường thôi, có thứ nước mắt không chảy ra kiểu vậy.

But I feel more real when I’m around her. Like I’m not fading.

I shot up,now as angry and frusterated as him.I had a feeling if i stayed, we’d both snap. In and undertone, I murmured,”this isnt over.i won’t give up on you.”” I’ve given up on you,”he...

He’s so close, yet so far away.” – Anna

For a couple of days he was nice and I was on cloud number 9,damn they don’t teach how to come down from there instead leave us to gravity.

Spontaneous insanity is the real bliss! It’s sad that we are honored for playing sane, serious, safe, miserable and controlling in this poor world.

That which others hear or read of, I felt and practised myself; they get their knowledge by books, I mine by melancholizing.

Moving the body resolves nothing- sadness, after all travels in the mind.

When you’ve suffered a great deal in life, each additional pain is both unbearable and trifling.

Nothing thicker than a knife’s blade separates happiness from melancholy.

I do not believe in the government of the lash, if any one of you ever expects to whip your children again, I want you to have a photograph taken of yourself when you are...

It had struck me that the world was full of holes, holes which you could fall into, never to be seen again. I couldn’t understand the difference between disappearance and death. Both seemed the same...

I WILL FOLLOW ANYONEAND TELL EVERYONEABOUT…THE REAL WAR ON WOMENON YAZIDI GIRLS & WOMEN

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...

A lesson for all of us is that for every loss, there is victory, for every sadness, there is joy, and when you think you’ve lost everything, there is hope.

They’re indifference should not be the cause of your non-existence.

Though his death would not fill me with any sense of sadness, I would probably feel the loss. Even enemies are part of one.

I would like to turn in my skin and change it for a new epidermis. It feels as if I will never be able to rinse the sadness from my soul. All the while I...

A Relationship Should Come With An ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK Sign.

In a daydream I used to have, all these places were points of happiness to me; all these places were lifeboats to my small drowning soul, for I would imagine myself entering and leaving them,...

Some people’s glasses are half full. I’m the one drinking them. Some people have forgotten that Pluto is still a planet. I still remember my childhood. Some people are vegans. I have common sense.Some people...

I have a horrid scar right under my left knee from you. Well, the absence of you. Seems appropriate. But I still miss you. My pillowcase smells like you, so I bury my face in...

Sadness pulses out of us as we walk. I almost expect the trees to lower their branches when we pass, the stars to hand down some light. I breathe in the horsy scent of eucalyptus,...

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She and I were bound together at the border between life and death. It was like that for us from the start

Then he pulled out a handgun and shot me in the chest. I was standing on the lawn and I fell. The bullet hole opened wide and my heart rolled out of my rib cage...

Steven dreamed of you the very secondyou died(So the poem goes)and you may have visited himBut I’m pretty sure you don’t believein poems

Now Doon seemed to care for his new friends more than he did for her. Every time she thought about him she felt a thud of pain, like a bruised place inside her.