When I despair, I remember that all through history the way of truth and love have always won. There have been tyrants and murderers, and for a time, they can seem invincible, but in the end, they always fall. Think of it--always.
I always like walking in the rain, so no one can see me crying.
there is no shortage of fault to be found amid our stars
Any fool can be happy. It takes a man with real heart to make beauty out of the stuff that makes us weep.
When you've suffered a great deal in life, each additional pain is both unbearable and trifling.
There are moments when I wish I could roll back the clock and take all the sadness away, but I have the feeling that if I did, the joy would be gone as well.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines- I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever,- One foot in sea and one on shore, To one thing constant never.
I'm lonely. And I'm lonely in some horribly deep way and for a flash of an instant, I can see just how lonely, and how deep this feeling runs. And it scares the shit out of me to be this lonely because it seems catastrophic.
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there are two types of people in the world: those who prefer to be sad among others, and those who prefer to be sad alone.
The sadness will last forever.
Life is not a PG feel-good movie. Real life often ends badly. Literature tries to document this reality, while showing us it is still possible for us to endure nobly.
When you do something noble and beautiful and nobody noticed, do not be sad. For the sun every morning is a beautiful spectacle and yet most of the audience still sleeps.
Be still, sad heart! and cease repining; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining; Thy fate is the common fate of all, into each life, some rain must fall
Melancholy is sadness that has taken on lightness.
Unhappiness can't stick in a person's soul when it's slick with tears.
Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.
I have spent the best years of my life giving people the lighter pleasures, helping them have a good time, and all I get is abuse, the existence of a hunted man.
Deep in her heart, she wasn't sure she deserved to be happy, nor did she believe that she was worthy of someone who seemed... normal.
I do not believe anyone can be perfectly well, who has a brain and a heart
Usually when people are sad, they don't do anything. They just cry over their condition. But when they get angry, they bring about a change.
Why do people have to be this lonely? What's the point of it all? Millions of people in this world, all of them yearning, looking to others to satisfy them, yet isolating themselves. Why? Was the earth put here just to nourish human loneliness?
Sometimes you weren't supposed to share pain. Sometimes it was best just to deal with it alone.
She had loved him for such a long time, she thought. How was it that she did now know him at all?
The heart dies a slow death, shedding each hope like leaves until one day there are none. No hopes. Nothing remains.
I waste at least an hour every day lying in bed. Then I waste time pacing. I waste time thinking. I waste time being quiet and not saying anything because I'm afraid I'll stutter.
Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depths of some devine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy autumn fields, And thinking of the days that are no more.
They say when you are missing someone that they are probably feeling the same, but I don't think it's possible for you to miss me as much as I'm missing you right now
Are the days of winter sunshine just as sad for you, too? When it is misty, in the evenings, and I am out walking by myself, it seems to me that the rain is falling through my heart and causing it to crumble into ruins.
I stood still, vision blurring, and in that moment, I heard my heart break. It was a small, clean sound, like the snapping of a flower's stem.
We all live in a house on fire, no fire department to call; no way out, just the upstairs window to look out of while the fire burns the house down with us trapped, locked in it.
Imagine smiling after a slap in the face. Then think of doing it twenty-four hours a day.
I have so much in me, and the feeling for her absorbs it all; I have so much, and without her it all comes to nothing.
'Why do beautiful songs make you sad?' 'Because they aren't true.' 'Never?' 'Nothing is beautiful and true.'
There is no point treating a depressed person as though she were just feeling sad, saying, 'There now, hang on, you'll get over it.' Sadness is more or less like a head cold- with patience, it passes. Depression is like cancer.
I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound and stab us.
Issac: "I dislike living in a world without Augustus Waters." Computer: "I don't understand-" Issac: "Me neither. Pause"
I didn't want to wake up. I was having a much better time asleep. And that's really sad. It was almost like a reverse nightmare, like when you wake up from a nightmare you're so relieved. I woke up into a nightmare.
Ho! Ho! Ho! To the bottle I go To heal my heart and drown my woe Rain may fall, and wind may blow And many miles be still to go But under a tall tree will I lie And let the clouds go sailing by