He knows what he’ll find if he digs deeper. there’s no rush to unpack my insides. he understands there is nothing special about emptiness, nothing interesting about depression.

I cry at weddings, but not funerals. One’s a sad event, and the other a joyous one.

Weeping willows remind me of summer. And sadness. I wonder if tissues are made out of their trunks.

Você nasceu em dia-de-sexta com os pés no sábado: quando está alegre por dentro é que está triste por fora…

Dreaming of getting you I loosed everything Cheerfulness of smile And all the dreams of life

She laughed so easily when she was happy. But also when she was sad.

Despair was strength. Despair was the scab and the scar. The walled city in a time of plague. A closed fortification. A sure thing, because it was always safer, less painful to stop trying than...

You are alone”Rose colored memories drown,taking their last breath.

Life is not a PG feel-good movie. Real life often ends badly. Literature tries to document this reality, while showing us it is still possible for us to endure nobly.

There should be painless progression, attended by life and peace….Mortals will some day assert their freedom in the name of Almighty God….Dropping their present beliefs, they will recognize harmony and as the spiritual reality and...

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.

There is somethingmystically sadand beautifulabouthowi will neversee youagainbut meet youagain and againin poetry.

She had known happiness, exquisite happiness, intense happiness, and it silvered the rough waves a little more brightly, as daylight faded, and the blue went out of the sea and it rolled in waves of...

Indeed, grief is not the clear melancholy the young believe it. It is like a siege in a tropical city. The skin dries and the throat parches as though one were living in the heat...

Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more,Men were deceivers ever,-One foot in sea and one on shore,To one thing constant never.

Caleb,’ I say. ‘I love you.

Is there a little bit of sadness? Yeah you bet there is, but … we’ll have this together, forever.

As if one’s capacity for pain had anything to do with life’s apportionment of agonies, Mr. Kimmelbrod thought. Such idiocy.

One of the three pigeons flew on the same bark just before the second pigeon had flown on it ; and I observed the third lagging just the opposite direction !

Looking for happiness is a sure way to sadness, I think. You have to take each moment as it comes.

The older I get, the more I see there are these crevices in life where things fall in and you just can’t reach them to pull them back out. So you can sit next to...

The weird thing about saying good-bye is that it never gets easier.

The iron bolt which so mysteriously fastens the door of hope and holds our spirits in gloomy prison, needs a heavenly hand to push it back.

Who am I? They often tell me I would step from my cell’s confinement calmly, cheerfully, firmly, like a squire from his country-house.Who am I? They often tell me I would talk to my warden...

No reflection was to be allowed now, not one glance was to be cast back; not even one forward. Not one thought was to be given either to the past or the future. The first...

They can’t see your painThey can’t see your sadness They will smile if you smile to themThey will leave you if you frown to them

Among the problems with shame was that it in fact did not make you shorter or quieter or less visible. You just felt like you were.

music is for most of the part,can become an ecstasy of the human mind.

Life is so strangeI don’t know whyBut somebody, somebody has to cry.

Tantrums are seldom about the thing they appear to be about.

I tell you solemnly, that I have many times tried to become an insect. But I was not equal even to that. I swear, gentlemen, that to be too conscious is an illness- a real...

… me paso tanto tiempo esforzándome para no decepcionar a la gente… Y qué pasa con lo que yo quiero, ,eh?

tiny: but there is the word, this word phil wrayson taught me once: weltschmerz. it’s the depression you feel when the world as it is does not line up with the world as you think...

Even so, there were times I saw freshness and beauty. I could smell the air, and I really loved rock ‘n’ roll. Tears were warm, and girls were beautiful, like dreams. I liked movie theaters,...

[A] person whose head is bowed and whose eyes are heavy cannot look at the light.

There was once a tiger-striped cat. This cat died a million deaths, and lived a million lives, and in those lives, various people owned him. None of those people he cared for. This cat was...

I wish… I wish he wasn’t quite so ashamed of me. And if he could stop feeling so ashamed of himself, then maybe we might stand a chance.