Il tempo addolcisce i ricordi più amari, hanno detto in tanti. Io continuo ad essere convinto che non stessero ascoltando Sad eyed lady of the lowlands.

the saddest thing is to bea minute to someone,when you’ve made them your eternity.

The last thing we wanted was for the Machiguenga to be sad again. Sadness appeared to bring out their violence.

I miss you with the very edge of my skin.It winces in absence, a giant muscle contracting.

Parting is such sweet sorrow that I shall say goodnight till it be morrow.

You can’t keep the birds of sadness from flying over your head, but you can keep them from nesting in your hair.

A thousand laughing suns are in your eyes. A thousand crying stars in mine.

She let me go, finally,” was all I could say.

My pleasure is only superficial: in oily droplets it lies on my skin without being absorbed.

But what was there to say?Only that there were tears. Only that Quietness and Emptiness fitted together like stacked spoons. Only that there was a snuffling in the hollows at the base of a lovely...

The parts of me that hurt the worst want me to write something for them, but I can’t. I don’t know what to say. I’m lost in all this sadness, and so are they.

Let her go,” Brendan said, and Will did. And that was the biggest mistake of his life. Letting her go.

In the moonlight which is always sad, as the light of the sun itself is–as the light called human life is–at its coming and its going.

Sometime when I cry I’m not sure if it’s grief or relief.

Everyone dies alone, Eragon. Whether you are a king on a battlefield or a lowly peasant lying in bed among your family, no one can accompany you into the void.

If he does go, the change will be doleful. Suppose he should be absent spring, summer, and autumn: how joyless sunshine and fine days will seem!

A poet should be so crafty with words that he is envied even for his pains.

I finally gave in today. Admitting that I haven’t been able to do it alone, that’s defeat right? But do a couple pills change why I’m here? Will my spirit be altered? Do my passions...

When you hear “Action” do it.When you see Elephants,Believe in it.When you want to do something do it now.

When I was little, I was out riding my brand-new blue bicycle when I decided to see how far I could keep going without looking back even once. I could feel with my back how...

Will I begin it? said Doyler laughing. That’s all that’s in it, he laughing said.Oh sure that grin. Oh sure that wonderful saucerful grin. Jim sat on the grass and he plucked at the blades....

One need not be a chamber to be haunted.

Peanut butter and jelly is like the older, more serious brother to egg salad sandwich. I’m an only child, so I eat both with incredible sadness.

C y nến cháy, lửa xanh, lửa đỏ,Ch n nến kia, lệ nhỏ l m ly.Lệ khô, khi tắt nến đi,Cô em khóc lóc, giọng kia đã khàn.C y nến cháy, lửa vàng, lửa đỏ,Ngồi...

On dirait que les projets de joie sont un défi.Trop longuement préparés,ils laissent le temps à la detinée de changer les oeufs dans le nid,et ce sont les chagrins qui nous faudra couver.

That’s most interesting. But I was no more a mind-reader then than today. Iwas weeping for an altogether different reason. When I watched you dancing that day, I saw something else. I saw a new...

Gentle lady, do not sing Sad songs about the end of love;Lay aside sadness and sing How love that passes is enough.Sing about the long deep sleep Of lovers that are dead, and howIn the...

I am touched by her life, how it moves forward, pulses and springs. There is no fragmentation, nothing stunted or wedged. I circle back, I regress, the past doesn’t let go. It might as well...

We began our hospital visits: one day Susan, one day me, everyday The Big Hoom. On one of these visits, she told me about the tap that opened at my birth and the lack drip...

I couldn’t be with people and I didn’t want to be alone. Suddenly my perspective whooshed and I was far out in space, watching the world. I could see millions and millions of people, all...

Why do beautiful songs make you sad?’ ‘Because they aren’t true.’ ‘Never?’ ‘Nothing is beautiful and true.

Desdemona, mourning her parents, was still imprisoned by the past. And so she stood on the mountain, looking down at the emancipated city, and felt cheated by her ability to feel happy by everybody else.

…waktu sudah membekukan lidahku untuk meratap.

Guy’s don’t usually cry, but when they do, nobody can realize that what they have been going through.

He looks at me, and I don’t know what he sees. I used to think it was Rose. But she’s not here with us now, in this room. It’s just him and me, and the...

I want my life back.-Dear Blue Sky

Tonight I can write the saddest linesI loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

Khi mối quan hệ xuất hiện những nứt rạn, người ta thường băn khoăn rằng những người khác sẽ làm gì trong tình cảnh tương tự. Tôi nhận ra mình đang cố sức đến kiệt...

It was that sort of sleep in which you wake every hour and think to yourself that you have not been sleeping at all; you can remember dreams that are like reflections, daytime thinking slightly...

Nước mắt chảy từ con mắt là thứ thường thôi, có thứ nước mắt không chảy ra kiểu vậy.

But I feel more real when I’m around her. Like I’m not fading.

I shot up,now as angry and frusterated as him.I had a feeling if i stayed, we’d both snap. In and undertone, I murmured,”this isnt over.i won’t give up on you.”” I’ve given up on you,”he...

He’s so close, yet so far away.” – Anna

For a couple of days he was nice and I was on cloud number 9,damn they don’t teach how to come down from there instead leave us to gravity.

Spontaneous insanity is the real bliss! It’s sad that we are honored for playing sane, serious, safe, miserable and controlling in this poor world.

That which others hear or read of, I felt and practised myself; they get their knowledge by books, I mine by melancholizing.

Moving the body resolves nothing- sadness, after all travels in the mind.

When you’ve suffered a great deal in life, each additional pain is both unbearable and trifling.

Nothing thicker than a knife’s blade separates happiness from melancholy.

I do not believe in the government of the lash, if any one of you ever expects to whip your children again, I want you to have a photograph taken of yourself when you are...