For all our mutual experienceOur separate conclusions are the sameNow we are forced to recognize our inhumanityOur reason coexists with our insanityBut we choose between reality and madnessIt’s either sadness or euphoria

I’m always telling myself I don’t have many feelings. Even when something does affect me I’m only moderately moved. I almost never cry. It’s not that I’m stronger than the ones with teary eyes, I’m...

People do not belong to others, either. How can the huincas buy and sell people if they do not own them. Sometimes the boy went two or three days without speaking a word, surly, and...

Even if times are tough and you’re enduring a terrible heartache, it’s important to focus your anger on a vibrator, not another person.

Future is one of the wildest experiences that you will ever have.

Some things take so longBut how do I explainWhen not too many peopleCan see we’re all the sameAnd because of all their tearsYour eyes can’t hope to seeThe beauty that surrounds themNow, isn’t it a...

Or rather, he was sad because that morning he’d understood that he’d understood nothing, because while he still understood nothing he wasn’t sad at all, but now that he’d understood that he’d understood nothing he...

You ache with it all; and the more mysterious it is, the more you ache.

I am so sad. I am so sad it makes me heavier than the sum of my parts. I shift, restless, but it doesn’t help. It’s like—time. All this time in here is on me,...

I remember asking myself one night, while I was curled up in the same old corner of my same old couch in tears yet again over the same old repetition of sorrowful thoughts, ‘Is there...

I walk slowly when I’m being introspective and nostalgic. Some might call it moping. But I don’t. I call it love.

A breeze stirred Dovewing’s pelt, as is someone had walked past. She lifted her head an saw two figures standing just beyond her Clanmates. One was a badger with a narrow, striped face, the other...

The silence broke:”Sometimes I liked it”, I said “Sometimes I liked it that she was dead.””You mean it felt good?””No. I don’t know. It felt … pure.

The world was not to be trusted. Loved persons were always stolen. Dreams always squashed. That was life as she understood it.

Usually she ordered a cup of coffee and a cup of tea, as well as a brownie, propping up her sadness with chocolate and caffeine so that it became an anxiety.

No one can usurp the heights…But those to whom the miseries of the worldAre misery, and will not let them rest.

She was a genius of sadness, immersing herself in it, separating its numerous strands, appreciating its subtle nuances. She was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum.

I know the difference between sadness and depression. Clinical depression has no source from which it springs-it just is. Intractable sadness has nothing to do with synapses, or brain chemistry, or essential salts, it’s born...

I don’t-” I shake my head. (…) “What? What were you going to say?” This is another trick of shrinks. They never let you stop in midthought. If you open your mouth, they want to...

How could she trust this man, so imprecise with his words, to take care of the burial? To say there had been a loss was ludicrous; one lost a shoe or a pair of keys....

Ya lo sé, debo escaparme de los ahogados que flotan en los pozos

Empty teacups gathered around her and dictionary pages fell at her feet.

…What’s real is something that not even the strength of the Goddess can change. The only one who can change it is me. If I don’t change my destiny, if I don’t cut through the...

We’ll meet again, but you’re a lifetime away, and I need you now.

…in my dream the shadings of your soul are the dark tincture of rain…

‘Better to have loved and lost,’ my ass.Anyone parroting that little platitude had obviously never lost anyone of consequence.

And inside, inside I feel a dark chasm. And its getting wider, deeper. It’s breaking my heart apart more and more. The chasm is filling up. Filling up with gallons and gallons tears. Tears that...

that was bad; i shouldn’t have done thatto prevent you from entering a catatonic statei am going to maintain a calm facial expressionwith crinkly eyes and an overall friendly demeanori believe in a human being...

My ghost is the only soul who ever comes to cry on my grave… Only the skies cried sincerely on my funeral.

I believe that almost all our sadnesses are moments of tension that we find paralyzing because we no longer hear our surprised feelings living. Because we are alone with the alien thing that has entered...

Feelings come and feelings go. There is no need to fear them and no need to crave them. Be open to your feelings and experience them while they are here. Then be open to the...

All Wishes are not from HEART !!!

[F]or grief is felt not so much for the want of what we have never known, as for the loss of that to which we have been long accustomed.

All my life I’d been a believing Christian. … But that instant in the ER–the instant Annette [his wife] died–I seemed to feel my religious faith die, too.As I thought more about it in the...

I realized that I’m lonely without her and she’s incomplete without me. There will be no end to our love story..

My first feeling was that there was no way to continue. Writing isn’t like math;in math, two plus two always equals four no matter what your mood is like. With writing, the way you feel...

Self-pity” is just sadness, I think, in the pejorative.

When we’d moved in, she’d welcomed us. When Marius moved out, I sat on her floor and cried. I suppose I could have called any number of our friends, but that was the problem. They...

In our culture I think most people think of grief as sadness, and that’s certainly part of it, a large part of it, but there’s also this thorniness, these edges that come out.

One day,” you said to me, “I saw the sunset forty-four times!”And a little later you added:”You know– one loves the sunet, when one is so sad…””Were you so sad, then?” I asked, “on the...

He felt like his own heart might stop beating just from acknowledging the concept. The sadness, the sorrow, and the loss, they were living things, funnily enough.

I want it to stop,” he said. “Sophie says everyone is still searching for a cure for me. I know I gave Will my permission, but I want everyone to cease looking now, Charlotte. It...

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.

Happiness does not create humor. There’s nothing funny about being happy. Sadness creates humor.

So it’s true, when all is said and done, grief is the price we pay for love.

For, thought Ahab, while even the highest earthly felicities ever have a certain unsignifying pettiness lurking in them, but, at bottom, all heartwoes, a mystic significance, and, in some men, an archangelic grandeur; so do...

What?”–Meaning–

It’s easy to smile just to make other people feel better. But when a person fakes happy, it has edges. Regular people may not see, but the people who count, they can see the edges...

There are certain levels of sadness that introduce you to parts of yourself you never knew existed, and it’s always a much purer version of you that couldn’t be any you-er than you. You fall...

Give me my heart; I am killing my existence without it.