Selected sadness quotes

1. If they had said that the sun or the moon had gone out of the heavens, it could not have struck me with the idea of a more awful and dreary blank in creation than the words: 'Byron is dead!'

2. Dying is the most embarrassing thing that can ever happen to you, because someone's got to take care of all your details.

3. I am bewildered by the death of love. And my responsibility for it.

4. So long as there is death there will be sorrow, and so long as there is sorrow it can be no part of the duty of human beings to increase its amount, in spite of the fact that a few rare spirits know how to transmute it.

5. My blessed California, you are so wise. You render death abstract, efficient, clean. Your afterlife is only real estate, And in his kingdom Death must stay unseen.

6. What we conceal Is always more than what we dare confide. Think of the letters that we write our dead.

7. I feel eternal pain for those who were killed by Hitler, but I feel no less pain for those killed on Stalin's orders. I suffer for everyone who was tortured, shot, or starved to death.

8. The death then of a beautiful woman is unquestionably the most poetical topic in the world, and equally is it beyond doubt that the lips best suited for such topic are those of a bereaved lover.

9. I tell you, hopeless grief is passionless.

10. One cannot be deeply responsive to the world without being saddened very often.

11. Widows tend either to fade away when husbands die, committing emotional suttee, or else find that a new life burgeons. Here in Christchurch, a lot of burgeoning goes on.

12. To sigh, yet not recede; to grieve, yet not repent.

13. I spent my childhood alone, overweight and ugly, angry at everything, and knowing nothing of a life beyond this sadness.

14. And I know you're frightened By my laughter But you're not afraid To hold my pain You see I'm never sure Just what you're after, Babe But it seems you only love me When it rains. How come you only love me when it rains?

15. Half of the secular unrest and dismal, profane sadness of modern society comes from the vain ideas that every man is bound to be a critic for life.

16. How short our happy days appear! How long the sorrowful!

17. It's like having a pet dog for a long time. You get attached to it, and when it dies you miss it.

18. Genius is sorrow's child.

19. Two evils, monstrous either one apart, Possessed me, and were long and loath at going: A cry of Absence, Absence, in the heart, And in the wood the furious winter blowing.

20. Semper Dowland semper dolens.

21. Hence, all you vain delights, As short as are the nights Wherein you spend your folly! There's naught in this life sweet But only melancholy; O sweetest melancholy!

22. Look homeward, Angel, now, and melt with ruth.

23. A person likes to think of himself in a certain way, and when something happens that makes that no longer possible, you mourn the old self. The person you thought you were.

24. Pure and complete sorrow is as impossible as pure and complete joy.

25. Nothing that grieves us can be called little: by the eternal laws of proportion a child's loss of a doll and a king's loss of a crown are events of the same size.

26. Fate gave, what Chance shall not control, His sad lucidity of soul.

27. The main thing in one's own private world is to try to laugh as much as you cry.

28. It's true that I wouldn't have written the first book had my sister and mother been alive. It was my way of continuing our conversation. It's also this Jewish thing of naming and remembering people, and I think there is a sense of keeping that side of life going.

29. At first he thought he felt bad because he was afraid of leading an army, but it wasn't true. He knew he'd make a good commander. He felt himself wanting to cry. He hadn't cried since the first few days of homesickness after he got here. He tried to put a name on the feeling that put a lump in his throat and made him sob silently, however much he tried to hold it down. He bit down on his hand to stop the feeling, to replace it with pain. It didn't help.

30. For he loved her, as you can only love someone who is an echo of yourself at your time of deepest sorrow.

31. Suppressed grief suffocates, it rages within the breast, and is forced to multiply its strength.

32. Never let go of that fiery sadness called desire.

33. Peace is in the grave. The grave hides all things beautiful and good. I am a God and cannot find it there, Nor would I seek it; for, though dread revenge, This is defeat, fierce king, not victory.

34. The pleasure that is in sorrow is sweeter than the pleasure of pleasure itself.

35. Death is not extinguishing the light; it is only putting out the lamp because the dawn has come.

36. Chords that vibrate sweetest pleasure Thrill the deepest notes of woe.

37. Oh, when a mother meets on high The babe she lost in infancy, Hath she not then for pains and fears, The day of woe, the watchful night, For all her sorrow, all her tears, An over-payment of delight?

38. The light has gone out of my life.

39. That tuft of jungle feathers, That animal eye, Is just what you say. That savage of fire, That seed, Have it your way. The world is ugly, And the people are sad.

40. The sorrow for the dead is the only sorrow from which we refuse to be divorced. Every other wound we seek to heal - every other affliction to forget: but this wound we consider it a duty to keep open - this affliction we cherish and brood over in solitude.

41. Why should I wait until tomorrow? I've already been I've already seen All the sorrow thats in store

42. Mr. President, before we begin consideration of this spending bill, I want to take a moment to say how distraught and terribly shaken I am over the news of my dear friend, my dear dear friend, dear friend, Ted Kennedy. My thoughts and my humble prayers...are with Senator Kennedy...my dear friend Ted with his wife Vickie...and with the members of the Kennedy family. I hope and pray that an all-caring omnipotent God will watch over Ted and keep Ted here with us and for America. Ted...(sobs), Ted...my dear friend, I love you. And I miss you....and Erma, Erma, Erma, my darling wife Erma, would want to say, thank God for you, Ted. Thank God for you. (Regarding Sen. Ted Kennedy's discovery of a brain tumor and consequent surgery)

43. 'I am a very big star. I don't deserve to be such a big star or to be in this position. It's all because of my parents are taking care of me. Dad wasn't so pushy, so it must be mom. On every happy occasion I feel sad because I wish mom was still present. How I wish she was here today.' - Shahrukh

44. Until you have lost a child, you don't know what it is. Parents are supposed to die first. When your child is gone before you for an abnormal reason, it creates a whole abnormal situation... It was three years before I could even... I couldn't even look at Roman. Because, you see, I still expected Sharon to be with him, so I was playing games in my mind... Roman really loved Sharon, I know that, and he was very, very grieved.

45. Now I'm lost and I'm weary, so many tears/I'm suicidal, so don't stand near me

46. My ni**az cry, we all cry, and all ride/To rectify the problem, motherf**kers they all die

47. pour out some liquor/have a toast for tha homies/see we both gotta die but ya chose to go before me/and brothas miss ya while your gone

48. you left your nigga on his own/how long we mourn

49. And all my memories, of seein brothers bleed/And everybody grieves, but still nobody sees

50. I'm having nightmares, homicidal fantansies/I wake up stranglin, danglin my bed sheets/I call the nurse cause it hurts, to reminisce/How did it come to this? I wish they didn't miss

51. To all my homies never made it home/The dead peers I shed tattoo tears for, when I'm alone

52. Just think of all the people that you knew in the past/that passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

53. It's just another murder, nobody mourns no more/My tear drops gettin bigger but can't figure what I'm cryin for

54. I was weeping because Richard Parker left me so unceremoniously. What a terrible thing it is to botch the farewell. I am a person who believes in form, in the harmony of order. Where we can, we must give things meaningful shape. It is important in life to conclude things properly. Only then can you let go. Otherwise you are left with words you should have said but never did, and your heart is heavy with remorse. That bungled good bye hurts me to this day. p.316-317

55. Jesli tematem sztuki bedzie dzbanek rozbity mala rozbita dusza z wielkim zalem nad soba to co po nas zostanie bedzie jak placz kochankow w malym brudnym hotelu kiedy switaja tapety

56. Nothing that grieves us can be called little: by the eternal laws of proportion a child's loss of a doll and a king's loss of a crown are events of the same size.

57. My folks were always putting her down (down, down) Because her laundry came back brown (brown, brown) I don't care if they think she's bad I fell in love cuz she looked so sad I got a date tonight with the Leader Of the Laundromat .

58. I'm sittin' here backed up and blue.

59. (about his wife, who died when Herb shoved her from a moving car) When she was getting shoved from that car, she was still talking. I can still see her falling backwards on to the freeway and her mouth still moving on about some house she saw in, uh, La Canada.

60. I've got tears in my ears from lyin' on my back In my bed while I cry over you. And the tears in my ears, they're off the beaten track Since you said 'It's goodbye, we are through'.

61. I think that there are few people in one's life that you never really feel that they're gone. I have to remind myself that she isn't around.

62. But as, in ethics, evil is a consequence of good, so, in fact, out of joy is sorrow born. Either the memory of past bliss is the anguish of to-day, or the agonies which are have their origin in the ecstasies which might have been.

63. The tears that you spill, the sorrowful, are sweeter than the laughter of snobs and the guffaws of scoffers.

64. When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.

65. If I never loved I never would have cried.

66. And the tear that we shed, though in secret it rolls, Shall long keep his memory green in our souls.

67. I miss the comfort in being sad.

68. Kurt and I weren't the closest of friends, but I knew him well enough to be devastated by his death. For such a quiet person, he was so excited about having a child.

69. God pity me now and all desolate sinners Demented with beauty!

70. 'Was there ever such thing as great Shakespeare? Only one must not say so! But what think you - what - was there not sad stuff?'

71. In the first days Of my distracting grief, I found myself As women wish to be who love their lords.

72. 'The hurt is still there. When my parents were alive it affected them just as much as it is affecting us today.'

73. His face was blue, on his fingers Flecks of green. 'This is my father', I thought.

74. We hear the wail of the remorseful winds In their strange penance. And this wretched orb Knows not the taste of rest; a maniac world, Homeless and sobbing through the deep she goes.

75. Each time we love, We turn a nearer and a broader mark To that keen archer, Sorrow, and he strikes.

76. The deepest definition of youth is life as yet untouched by tragedy.

77. I have had a son killed, a son-in-law die during the last battle of Nashville, another son has thrown himself away, a second son-in-law is in no better condition, I think I have had sorrow enough without having my bank account examined by a Committee of Congress.

78. From the retinue of Mynyddog they hastened forth; in a shining array they fed together round the wine-vessel. My heart has become full of grief for the feast of Mynyddog, I have lost too many of my true kinsmen.

79. All for myself the sigh would swell, The tear of anguish start; I little knew what wilder woe Had filled the Poet's heart. I did not know the nights of gloom, The days of misery; The long, long years of dark despair, That crushed and tortured thee.

80. 'I may not be walking with you all the way, or even much of the way, as I walk with you now. Don't be angry with me if I am not there in person, alive and well, when you need me. I would like nothing more than to be with you always. Do not feel sorry for me if I am gone. When we were together, I loved you deeply and you gave me so much happiness I can never repay you. Camera, wherever I am when you feel sick at heart and weary of life, or when you stumble and fall and don't know if you can get up again, think of me. I will be watching and smiling and cheering you on.'

81. I have laid sorrow to sleep; Love sleeps. She who oft made me weep Now weeps.

82. Grief is the agony of an instant; the indulgence of Grief the blunder of a life.

83. If a man be gloomy let him keep to himself. No one has the right to go croaking about society, or what is worse, looking as if he stifled grief.

84. [Said Aslan,] 'But I cannot tell that to this old sinner, and I cannot comfort him either; he has made himself unable to hear my voice. [...] But I will give him the only gift he is able to receive. [...] Sleep and be separated for some few hours from all the torments you have devised for yourself.' (ch. 14)

85. Wrong will be right, when Aslan comes in sight, At the sound of his roar, sorrows will be no more, When he bares his teeth, winter meets its death, And when he shakes his mane, we shall have spring again. (ch. 8)

86. And the sad act like lepers They stick to the shadows They long to ring bells of warning To tell of their coming So that the pure can shut their doors.

87. I drug your ghost across the country, and we plotted out my death.

88. And I sing and sing of awful things The pleasure that my sadness brings.

89. For a song I was bought Now I lie when I talk With a careful eye on the cue card. Onto a stage I was pushed, With my sorrow well rehearsed. So give me all your pity and your money, now (all of it).

90. And I'm glad you got away, But I'm still stuck out here, My clothes are soaking wet, From your brother's tears.

91. Sometimes I worry that I've lost the plot My twitching muscles tease my flippant thoughts I never really dreamed of heaven much Until we put him in the ground.

92. Well, I went back by rented Cadillac and company jet Like a newly orphaned refugee, retracing my steps All the way to Cassadaga to commune with the dead They said, 'You'd better look alive.'

93. Well, if you die... that's a bummer...

94. Sorrow, it is said, will make even an oyster feel poetical. I never tried my hand at that sort of writing but on this particular occasion such was my state of feeling, that I began to fancy myself inspired; so I took pen in hand, and as usual I went ahead.

95. He is gone from among us, and is no more to be seen in the walks of men, but in his death like Sampson, he slew more of his enemies than in all his life. Even his most bitter enemies here, I believe, have buried all animosity, and join the general lamentation over his untimely end.

96. Cripple crow say something for our grieving, where do we go once we start leaving. Well close that wound or else keep on bleeding and change your tune, it's got no meaning.

97. (with grief)'...and therefore, I accept your resignation.'

98. Diana died! Diana died and...everyone's gone quiet. What's going on?

99. Consent in virtue knit your hearts so fast, That still the knot, in spite of death, does last; For as your tears, and sorrow-wounded soul, Prove well that on your part this bond is whole, So all we know of what they do above, Is that they happy are, and that they love. Let dark oblivion, and the hollow grave, Content themselves our frailer thoughts to have; Well-chosen love is never taught to die, But with our nobler part invades the sky. Then grieve no more that one so heavenly shaped The crooked hand of trembling age escaped; Rather, since we beheld her not decay, But that she vanish'd so entire away, Her wondrous beauty, and her goodness, merit We should suppose that some propitious spirit In that celestial form frequented here, And is not dead, but ceases to appear.

100. Laugh, and the world laughs with you; Weep, and you weep alone. For this brave old earth must borrow its mirth, But has trouble enough of its own. Sing, and the hills will answer; Sigh, it is lost on the air. The echoes bound to a joyful sound, But shrink from voicing care.