Silence is the source of healing. When we bring things from within ourselves out into the light of awareness, a healing process happens. In the silence, we can let go of all anger, sadness, fear,...

I’m strong because I know my weaknesses. I’m wise because I’ve been foolish. I laugh because I’ve known sadness.

She knew Paul D was adding something to her life—something she wanted to count on but was scared to… His waiting eyes and awful human power. The mind of him that knew her own. Her...

Let it rain on some days,Let yourself shiver on some cold nights, So when it’s Spring you’ll know why it was all worth going through.

How little our careers express what lies in us, and yet how much time they take up. It’s sad, really.

I wish the night would end,I wish the day’d begin,I wish it would rain or snow,or the wind would blow,or the grass would grow,I wish I had yesterday,I wish there were games to play…

Có phải vì niềm vui của thầy Nombre quá tằn tiện? Một người đang ở chương cuối của cuộc đời đáng ra vẫn có thể hưởng nhiều trái ngọt hơn chứ.Bởi thế nên tôi thấy...

Not a whit, we defy augury: there’s a specialprovidence in the fall of a sparrow. If it be now,’tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will benow; if it be not...

love walk two moons

He carries stars in his pocketsbecause he knowsshe fears the dark.Whenever sadness pays her a visithe paints galaxieson the back of her hands.

I would prefer to die than to be depressed for depression can hurt you everyday and it’ll last for a lifetime while on dying, you can only feel pain the moment you’ll die.

She takes another sip of her drink. She looks around the bar. I look at the fine muscles in her neck, at the two points of her clavicle. Her grief has not so much changed...

The place in her, though, where her tears should have come from, was rough and dry. No, she didn’t find any tears in herself to cry for the storyteller.The storyteller didn’t exist anymore.

I’m falling apart, one part after another. Falling down on the world like snow. Half of me is already on the ground, watching from below.

there’s nothing todiscussthere’s nothing torememberthere’s nothing toforgetit’s sadand it’s notsadseems themost sensiblethinga person can doissitwith drink inhandas the wallswavetheir goodbyesmilesone comes throughit allwith a certain amount ofefficiency andbraverythenleavessome acceptthe possibility ofGodto help themgetthroughotherstake itstaight onand...

He had been for many years, a quiet silent man, associating but little with other men, and used to companionship with his own thoughts. He had never known before the strength of the want in...

Wasting time over wasted time is just more wasted time…

To me, you were more than just a person. You were a place where I finally felt at home.

Strange that grief should now almost choke me, because another human being’s eye has failed to greet mine.

Truly the sadness will last forever, what a shame.

There is no cell culture for depression. You can’t see it on a bone scan or an x-ray. Not everyone with depression will show the same behavioral symptoms.

In the wilderness of lifeHappiness is looking for youIn the jungles of dreams and desires,In the beauty of shrubs and flowers,In the span of sadness and kindness. In the deepness of hearts and minds.

Was it the infinite sadness of her eyes that drew him or the mirror of himself that he found in the gorgeous clarity of her mind?

Nicole had put on weight. This is the effect which, in three cases out of four, unhappiness has upon women. The process of eating guarantees at least the health of the body.

Death! Strange that there should be such a word, and such a thing, and we ever forget it; that one should be living, warm and beautiful, full of hopes, desires and wants, one day, and...

He came up straight to her father, whose hands he took and wrung without a word – holding them in his for a minute or two, during which time his face, his eyes, his look,...

the sadness will ebbthe trouble is the time it might take

Insecurities have the ability to shape and mold our minds to live with everything that’s bad; like crying on the inside, while smiling on the outside…thus creating pain…but, alas, I have the answer; forget about...

Sadness is a vice.

By just living one’s life, sadness accumulates here and there, be it in the blankets hung out in the sun to dry, the toothbrushes in the bathroom, and the phone history logs.

Or is it the case that no one gets over anything? Is there really that much pain and suffering continuing right now at this minute, in millions of hearts, in bodies carrying on the burden...

What good is a song that doesn’t break your heart?

My life was a wreck. I had nothing, no material possessions, unless debts counts. Fourteen pairs of shoes that were too small for me was all I had to show after a lifetime of profligate...

She wept a river of tears holy water, sent to soften the sharp edges of sorrow a gentle hollowing out, carving new chambers in her hearta hallowed vessel for holding sacred, the tears of others…

I didn’t want to wake up. I was having a much better time asleep. And that’s really sad. It was almost like a reverse nightmare, like when you wake up from a nightmare you’re so...

Mostly I have felt myself becoming a servant of sadness. I am still looking for the beauty in that.

Madoka: I want to erase the tears of all those who trusted in hope. I want them to be left with a smile on their faces.

How am I going to tell the kids? How do I tell the man that I love, the man that I swore I’d grow old with that we won’t have that happy ending that he...

Kat stood immobile and watched with pain, a kiss of passion, a kiss of desire; a kiss that could never be hers.

{From Lindsey’s address at the funeral of renowned scientist Luther Burbank. Burbank was one of the most beloved people in the early 20th century due to his countless contributions to humanity, but when, in an...

But most of all, I’ll remember how she loved me. I turn away, knowing that I might never get to see Julie Murphy again. But I will know her for the rest of my life.

No matter how many times you do it, you don’t get used to the sadness – for me at least – of coming to the end of a film.

Toward dawn we shared with youyour hour of desolation,the huge lingering passionof your unearthly out cry,as you swung your blind headtowards us and laboriously openeda bloodshot, glistening eye,in which we swam with terror and recognition.

More lies, but maybe lies were better than the truth.

I preferred to look at the sea, which said nothing and never made you feel alone.

One day many years ago a man walked along and stood in the sound of the ocean on a cold sunless shore and said, “We need a voice to call across the water, to warn...

The tears stream down my cheeks from my unblinking eyes. What makes me weep so? There is nothing saddening here. Perhaps it is liquefied brain.

We all have sadness in our life and things that we can draw upon.

I finally understand. Cancer is not a gypsy curse. It’s a huge smashing wave. It catches you and drags you out. And anybody can be spit back up, and anybody can drown. -The Lucky Place

When you left you left behind a fieldof silent flowers under a sky full of unstirred clouds…you left a million butterfliesmid-silky flutters You left like midnight rain against my dreaming ears Oh and how you...