I stumbled out into the courtyard to try to flee my misery, but of course we can never flee the misery that is within us.

There, in the spaces between darkness and light, a sadness hangs in the air, invisible to the human eye yet heavy on the heart.

Trees lose their leaves in blizzards like these.

It was only in the middle—between the immense and the minute—that sadness seemed to exist.

I feel I’ve lost every part of me…there’s nothing left but the parts I’ve given to you. I need you to hold those pieces together. Please don’t forget who I was…then…then there really will be...

Love can’t be limited

There’s no point to living life unless you make history and the best way to make history is to help others.

She became a story, one I have mostly forgotten. One I can’t end because she died a long time ago.

She became the bad company that she kept.

This is my sin for giving in to my own weaknesses. My heart just couldn’t keep up with the gigantic gap between dreams and reality. -Jellal Fernandes

I waited for dawn, but only because I had forgotten how hard mornings were. For a second I’d be normal. Then came the dim awareness of something off, out of place. Then the truth came...

Empty yourself of past resentment, anger, and sadness to fill it with love and pure happiness.

Behind these eyesthere is a girl trapped withinher pain – a girl feeling all the emotionsof anger and sadness.She’s fighting for a way out.” (In her eyes, p. 39)

The man walked past me and stopped, observing the blood running down my neck.”Your injury. Let us tend to it.” He looked out through the open doorway and silently gestured to someone out there. “Our...

Maybe we all have darkness inside of us and some of us are better at dealing with it than others.

Because I want to know if I’m allowed to kiss your tears away. Because I want to be able to hold your hand. Because I like you.

An empty room holds nothing but memories. At least it would, if I didn’t just finish packing up the last of the sadness.

He sometimes wondered if she had become involved with him just so that she could cry in someone’s arms. Maybe she can’t cry alone, and that’s why she needs me.

no matter how big his smile or how loud his laugh, you could hear the hurt underneath.

. . . owning a dog always ended with this sadness because dogs just don’t live as long as people do.

That was the crux. You. Only you could work on you. Nobody could force you, and if you weren’t ready, then you weren’t ready, and no amount of open-armed encouragement was going to change that.

When your sad–like really sad–you only want to be with other people who are sad.

I’d felt this before, when my granddad was in the hospital before he died. We all camped out in the waiting room, eating our meals together, most of us sleeping in the chairs every night....

Nightmare completed, another humiliating defeat. 10 goals in 2 game. It will take time to come out from such humiliating defeat for Brazilian fans. But I think when you like something, when you fall to...

Harsh, bitter laughs exploded from her like shrapnel, and she didn’t care who was cut in the process.

Forget him. Forget him.

Amina would not know herself until years later, when she understood what it was to long for someone, to ache for their smell and taste on you, to imagine the weight of their hips pinning...

When I despair, I remember that all through history the way of truth and love have always won. There have been tyrants and murderers, and for a time, they can seem invincible, but in the...

Wanting to cry doesn’t mean you can.

The New Your energy goes beyond anything you’ll find anywhere else. It’s too much for some people and it grinds them down, but it lifts up and animates the rest of us.

Oh, Lady,” said the woodcutter, “my hurt is overwhelming because it is someone else’s pain that makes me cry.

No one can sad listening to Frankie Valli.

To all the person whom I made laugh,I wonder who will be the one to put a smile on my face-a clown’s message

Acknowledge that some moments are just plain awful―desperate and gloomy and painful and miserable and nothing at all but anguish. No truthful, cheerful thought in the world will fix it. So let me cry awhile....

All mental unhappiness is the avoidance of legitimate suffering.

When blackened night falls, darkness exists if one chooses to rely on sight as thy only guide.

Some people appear to be happy, but they simply don’t give the matter much thought. Others make plans: I’m going to have a husband, a home, two children, a house in the country. As long...

He was visited by grief,” because that’s really what it is. Grief is its own thing. It’s not like it’s in me and I’m going to deal with it. It’s a thing, and you have...

Happiness grows best in the soil of contentment.

But now the joy is gone and the sadness is back, the sadness feels like something deserved, the price of some not-quite-forgotten betrayal.

What God knows about me is more important than what others think about me.

In the world of the Machiguenga, sadness could be equated with anger, and anger was a perilous emotion, by which a foreigner could lose his life.

If you ate nails, your stomach would hurt, and it’s a good thing that it would. Eating nails is deadly, thus the pain is helpful. Like this, sadness, anger, and anxiety are not to be...

Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the o-er wrought heart and bids it break.

He still smiles all the time, but now his smiles look like they’re made out of water, about to drip down his face.

Oh, Mercédès, I have spoken your name with sighs of melancholy, with groans of pain and with the croak of despair. I have spoken it frozen with cold, huddled on the straw of my dungeon....

Somebody waits for the time I know will never comeYou get yourself so highThen you come down feeling blueOne day you’ll wake up and realize you’ve had enoughThere’s a thousand shining momentsWaiting just to happen...

You wanted to become a doctor to help people and feel better at the end of your job, I think, watching them, as the nurse takes my hand. But I don’t think you do feel...

I am a trembling mess from hip to knee. There is a terrible heat, a looseness in my innards that makes me want to dig my fists between my thighs. It is a confusing feeling...

She was completely alone in the world. There was no one at all for her. No one in the world who cared whether she lived or died. Sometimes the horror of that thought threatened to...