I will do anything. Anything, Blaire, just to be near you. I can’t think about anything else. I can’t focus on anything. So never think you’re inconveniencing me. You need me, I’m there.

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...

You said I could be anything I wanted when I was older’, I said.She smiled and said, ‘And you can be. But it’s not very easy to become Jewish.”I know,’ I said forlornly, ‘I need...

When I was a girl I would look out my bedroom window at the caterpillars; I envied them so much. No matter what they were before, no matter what happened to them, they could just...

Tears are words that need to be written.

I could feel the tears brimming and sloshing in me like water in a glass that is unsteady and too full.

If I die, does that stop my pain, or just makes it worse?

Don’t underestimate your tears. They have the power to strengthen your commitment to your life’s purpose and to direct you towards your goal. So, when you cry because of the people who mock or taunt...

Real Men can commit to 1 person. Only boys are “Players”, pimps usually get lock up or die at the end of movies, & dogs catch fleas!

But it’s a changeable world! When we consider how great our sorrow seem, and how small they are; how we think we shall die of grief, and how quickly we forget, I think we ought...

I didn’t know someone could cry that much, I thought the tears would run out. They don’t.

I love walking in the rain because no one can see me crying

I don’t want to cry for Edward- at least not in the deep, personal way that you cry for a friend or loved one. I want to cry because something terrible happened, and I saw...

Some people know they’ll live until spring and that’s all they need to be happy. When I was feeling good, I just let the sun go down, knowing I’d see it again next morning. When...

I went back to those graves not long afterward and found as I stood there that sadness was a very heavy thing. My body weighed twice what it had only a moment earlier, as if...

A tear rolled down my cheekAnd more came downUntil tears rolled down like a stream.My eyes were blind with tears for you.They washed my eyes till I could see.

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...

Like blood out of a wound, a keening wail rose from the bottom of my heart and ripped through the graveyard. I lowered my face to Hadassah’s shoulder and went quietly and thoroughly to pieces.

In the deepest darkness God tenderly grasps my hand and whispers that darkness is nothing more than a place that He is preparing for the arrival of light.

I’d rather laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints.