Quotes about sad
sad morning faces
I was as pure as the morning When I first looked on your face; I knew I never could reach you In your high, exalted place... Ella Wheeler Wilcox
sad art play
God made poor woman with no heart, But gave her skill, and tact, and art, And so she lives, and plays her part. We must not blame, but pity her... Ella Wheeler Wilcox
sad struggle sorrow
Slipping away are the hopes that made Bliss out of sorrow, and sun out of shade, Slipping away is our hold on life; And out of the struggle and wearing strife... Ella Wheeler Wilcox
sad son fighting
Wiped the cold dew-drops from his cheek And sought the mourner's side again. "Once more, dear lady, I must speak: Your last remaining son was slain Just at the closing of the fight; Twas he who sent me here to-night." "God knows," the man said afterward, "The fight itself was not so hard." Ella Wheeler Wilcox
sad sweet hurt
Why dost thou shrink from my approach, O Man? Why dost thou ever flee in fear, and cling To my false rival, Life? I do but bring Thee rest and calm. Then wherefore dost thou ban And curse me? Since the forming of God's plan I have not hurt or harmed a mortal thing, I have bestowed sweet balm for every sting, And peace eternal for earth's stormy span... Ella Wheeler Wilcox
sad pain heart
One bitter time of mourning, I remember, When day, and night, my sad heart did complain, My life, I said, was one cold, bleak December, And all its pleasures, were but whited pain... Ella Wheeler Wilcox
sad summer firsts
I knew it the first of the summer, I knew it the same at the end, That you and your love were plighted, But couldn't you be my friend? Ella Wheeler Wilcox
sad laughter being-alone
Laugh, and the world laughs with you: Weep, and you weep alone. For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth, But has trouble enough of its own... Ella Wheeler Wilcox
sadness woe path
Talk happiness. The world is sad enough without your woe. No path is wholly rough. Ella Wheeler Wilcox
sad song heart
When the heart grows weary, all things seem dreary; When the burden grows heavy, the way seems long. Thank God for sending kind death as an ending, Like a grand Amen to a minor song. Ella Wheeler Wilcox
sad sorry pain
I'm sorry for the anguished hearts that break with passion's strain, But I'm sorrier for the poor starved souls that never knew love's pain, Who hunger on through barren years not tasting joys they crave, For sadder far is such a lot than weeping o'er a grave. Ella Wheeler Wilcox
sadness night world
Sadness came into the world with Satan that world our Saviour never prayed for, the world you say I do not know. Oh, it is not so difficult to recognize: it is the world that prefers cold to warmth! What can God find to say to those who, of their own free will, of their own weight incline towards sadness and turn instinctively towards the night? Georges Bernanos
sadness blood feeling-sad
A tragedy need not have blood and death; it's enough that it all be filled with that majestic sadness that is the pleasure of tragedy. Jean Racine
sad joy sorrow
There is a joy in sorrow which none but a mourner can know. Jean Paul
sad fun humorous
I can see the humorous side of things and enjoy the fun when it comes; but look where I will, there seems to me always more sadness than joy in life. Jerome K. Jerome
sad suicide veins
We couldn't imagine the emptiness of a creature who put a razor to her wrists and opened her veins, the emptiness and the calm. Jeffrey Eugenides
sadness rooms excitement
I'd like to have a word for 'the sadness inspired by failing restaurants' as well as for 'the excitement of getting a room with a minibar. Jeffrey Eugenides
sad grief sorrow
It's funny, how one can look back on a sorrow one thought one might well die of at the time, and know that one had not yet reckoned the tenth part of true grief. Jacqueline Carey
sadness thinking chance
These days I seem to think about the things I forgot to do for you and all the times I had a chance to. Jackson Browne
sadness tears flow
The microscopes that magnified the tears, studied warts and all. Still life flows on. George Harrison
sad sad-love heartless
Those who are heartless, once cared too much. Frank Ocean
sadness sad-music enjoy
When you're happy you enjoy the music, but when you're sad you understand the lyrics. Frank Ocean
sadness trying emptiness
So consumed in all your doom, trying hard to fill the emptiness. Christina Aguilera
sad suicide pain
I wanted to die, then. I wanted to destroy the body I was trapped in, become what she was, no matter what it took. No matter how much mutilation or pain. But he looked away, at me. He pulled my face down and pressed my lips against his like he was almost trying to suffocate us both. Francesca Lia Block
sad men seductive
Nothing is more seductive for a man than his freedom of conscience, but nothing is a greater cause of suffering. Fyodor Dostoevsky
sadness heart broken
Broken hearts are for assholes, are you an asshole? Frank Zappa
sad fall bad-day
I'm having a bad day. I am not size six. My legs are not skinny as sticks, and dammit, someone's got to pay. I'm afraid that I can't satisfy myself and that my happiness depends on someone else. I feel weak, so you're gonna take the fall. You're so shallow. Jewel
sadness men sad-life
It is impossible for that man to despair who remembers that his Helper is omnipotent. Jeremy Taylor
sad-love sadness feels
I love sad. Sadness makes you feel more than anything. Jeff Ament
sadness heart ties
Family likeness has often a deep sadness in it. Nature, that great tragic dramatist, knits us together by bone and muscle, and divides us by the subtler web of our brains; blends yearning and repulsion; and ties us by our heart-strings to the beings that jar us at every movement. George Eliot
sad grief wrestling
She was no longer wrestling with the grief, but could sit down with it as a lasting companion and make it a sharer in her thoughts. George Eliot
sad good-night goodnight
All good things must come to an end. Geoffrey Chaucer
sadness thinking pieces
Thinking that it would console him, she took a piece of charcoal and erased the innumerable loves that he still owed her for, and she voluntarily brought up her own most solitary sadnesses so as not to leave him alone in his weeping. Gabriel Garcia Marquez