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.

I gave her love she gave me words to write

You’re real though, at least that’s something,” Alecto pointed out, holding his hand out in front of her. Smiling miserably, Mandy took his hand in her own and sat there beside him quietly.

PainWaves are the sea’s white daughters,And raindrops the children of rain,But why for my shimmering bodyHave I a mother like Pain?Night is the mother of stars,And wind the mother of foam—The world is brimming with...

She knew I could tell with one glance, one look, one simple instant. It was her eyes. Despite the thick makeup, they were still dark-rimmed., haunted, and sad. Most of all though, they were familiar....

No matter what you are dealing with in life, be it resentment or regret, bitterness or sadness, anger or apathy, hatred or hesitation, depression or disempowerment, disappointment or other destructive anxieties, painful envy or emotional...

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.

Practically all the sadness we experience in life comes from our feeling sorry for ourselves.

There are some moments in life we all have to face, even though we don’t want to.

Because we know he was simply a man, with weakness and frailties. Who yearned for the same things all of us do–to love and be loved

He felt the guilt of inaction, of simply waiting while his life went to waste. No one was worth the gift of his life, no one could possibly be worth that. It belonged to him...

My heart is heavy, she thought. It’s not just a saying. It is what is—heavy, a great stone lodged in my breast, pressing down my whole being. How can I even stand straight and look...

In all my wanderings through this world of care,In all my griefs — and God has given my share –I still had hopes, my latest hours to crown,Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down;To...

And why had Deb’s last boyfriend dumped her? I dumped him. Maybe you didn’t French-kiss him enough. I promise you that wasn’t it. Tell me how many times a day you kissed, and I’ll say...

Scarce was the verdict spoken,When that still calm was broken,A childish form hath burst into the throng;With tears and looks of sadness,That bring no news of gladness,But tell too surely something hath gone wrong!

Tužna projekcija života za pjesnika je primamljivija od samog života.

He smiles sadly. “Now I know my destiny.””What is it?””This.”He draws me in to him in a kiss. His lips are warm. He pulls me tighter in his embrace. The roots sigh and release their...

Sympathy from strangers can be ruinous.

my life is just waiting for you to get started.

If you desire healing,let yourself fall illlet yourself fall ill.

You don’t know what it’s like, when your best friend disappears.