RebukeObstinate regressionbringing untold pathsof deep dark forebodingdepression…

He owned a whole world full of memories, of lovely moments relived and happy recollections. I’m not saying he was happy or that he didn’t suffer. He suffered very much, but he did not despair;...

I walk out the door with a heavy feeling in my heart as another secret falls on top of it.

You’ve left me with a kaleidoscope of broken smiles and shattered dreams.

I see how he feels about his world and I want to be one of the parts he prizes. I want to be worth fighting for. Worth the same kind of effort he puts into...

It’s psychic. It’s the age. It’s chemical.

I was lonely. I felt it deeply and permanently, that this state of being on my own might never disappear. But I welcomed the lonliness, which had everything to do with being anonymous. It’s never...

You’ll be all right. You’re strong. I know you’ll be okay because I like you and you can’t like someone who doesn’t like themself. The people I fear for are the ones who I don’t...

Rainy, gloomy, drab, sunless day. There are times when hope seems entirely clouded over; when looking for the blessings in your circumstances feels like trying to catch a ray of sunshine from six feet under.

Part of me aches at the thought of her being so close yet so untouchable.

She wished it were evening now, wished for the great relief of the calendar inking itself out, of day done and night coming, of ice cubes knocking about in a glass beneath the whisky spilling...

Every single dayI find it hard to sayI could be yours aloneYou will see somedayThat all along the wayI was yours to hold.

my uncle died.and i don’t feel sad because he died.but i felt so sad when i realize that i will never see him alive again in my whole life.

We look before and after,And pine for what is not;Our sincerest laughterWith some pain is fraught;Our sweetest songs are those that tell Of saddest thought.

I don’t know why we take our worst moods so much more seriously than our best, crediting depression with more clarity than euphoria. We dismiss peak moments and passionate love affairs as an ephemeral chemical...

She searched her mind for a single day when it had felt good to be alive. There must have been one, surely?

Was I prone to sadness and melancholy? How could anyone like that? It wasn’t that I wanted it; it was that I was so used to hard rains, I couldn’t help expecting a cloudburst every...

Some people are really sentimental mostly those people struggle pain in relationship.”And that time infatuation turn to fear..and over thinking like;Its so sad.Is it getting failed?Should i better off alone?I’m so confused.I learn that;”Deep emotional...

Trust can be broken in just a few seconds, but it takes years to heal

I am so happy that I made someone cry today – don’t worry I’m a writer. It’s when they make me cry that it’s a problem.

Can we account for instinct?’ said Monte Cristo. ‘Are there not some places where we seem to breathe sadness? — why, we cannot tell. It is a chain of recollections — an idea which carries...

I missed my mother’s father. Is that even possible? Maybe I had fallen asleep for a while. Maybe I was like her, just waking up and looking for him to be there. I wondered how...

Outside it was dark, but not as dark as it was inside of me.

When you experience the emotion of sadness, there will be changes in facial expression, and your body will be closed in, withdrawn. There are also changes in your heart, your guts: they slow down. And...

How do you file a restraining order against sadness?

It always is harder to be left behind than to be the one to go…

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.

You have not wept at all! I see a white cheek and a faded eye, but no trace of tears. I suppose then, your heart has been weeping blood?

I enjoy melancholic music and art. They take me to places I don’t normally get to go.

In the silence, she felt the past and the present shift and mix, but that was a mirage. There was no way to comfort the lost boy he’d been back then. But she had the...

Nature is where the reality happens.

Happy?” asked Aquilina, with dreadful look, and a smile full of pity and terror. “Ah, you do not know what it is to be condemned to a life of pleasure.

Being unhappy alone isn’t all that much fun, but what’s even tougher is playing one’s part without forgetting one’s lines, coping with other people’s compassion, their comments, being there with the right line when they...

As árvores nas margens, cobertas de neve, as raparigas de boina de lã e de mãos medidas no regalo, a música que de tão fogosa aquecia o ambiente, tudo isso pertence aos momentos bué construíram...

I feel sad for the people who I hear always plan, plan, plan the next day’s event to occur. Life only stands still for them.

I feel half faded away like some figure in the background of an old picture.

The real world—where I probably could never be happy, and never get anywhere.

Sadness was so claustrophobic.

As we all know, life is always moving on.

Once upon a time, you were everything to me..and I was everything to you.

Remember what I said when I led to Omar and the queen?” I bobbed my head, unable to look away from his jewel-like eyed, shining in the darkness…so much like Chorda’s. “That was the lie....

I am in that temper that if I were under water I would scarcely kick to come to the top.

SADNESS OF THE INTELLECT: Sadness of being misunderstood [sic]; Humor sadness; Sadness of love wit[hou]t release; Sadne[ss of be]ing smart; Sadness of not knowing enough words to [express what you mean]; Sadness of having options;...

In my life, no three miles have been flat and no three days have had sun. I’ve been brave in the past, but now I’m beyond devastated. My grief is like dense clouds that cannot...

Sadness is but a wall between two gardens.

It’s a sad and beautiful world.

Jasper felt the sadness then. A strong sensation of being pulled underwater, of being helpless to do anything but sink. Further into the despair. Until it completely surrounded you. Until every breath you took was...

She’s kept her love for him as alive as the summer they first met. In order to do this, she’s turned life away. Sometimes she subsists for days on water and air. Being the only...