Quotes about life and sadness.
“Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.”
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
“You cannot protect yourself from sadness without protecting yourself from happiness.” — Jonathan Safran Foer
“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.” —Ned Vizzini, It's Kind of a Funny Story
“What you must understand about me is that I’m a deeply unhappy person.” — John Green, Looking for Alaska
“Any fool can be happy. It takes a man with real heart to make beauty out of the stuff that makes us weep.” — Clive Barker, Days of Magic, Nights of War
“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” — Edna St. Vincent Millay
“Tonight I can write the saddest lines
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.” — Pablo Neruda, Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair
“Tears shed for another person are not a sign of weakness. They are a sign of a pure heart.” — José N. Harris, MI VIDA: A Story of Faith, Hope and Love
“The longer and more carefully we look at a funny story, the sadder it becomes.” _ — Nikolai Gogol
“Tears are words that need to be written.” — Paulo Coelho
“When God Created Mothers
When the Good Lord was creating mothers, He was into His sixth day of "overtime" when the angel appeared and said. "You're doing a lot of fiddling around on this one."
And God said, "Have you read the specs on this order?" She has to be completely washable, but not plastic. Have 180 moveable parts...all replaceable. Run on black coffee and leftovers. Have a lap that disappears when she stands up. A kiss that can cure anything from a broken leg to a disappointed love affair. And six pairs of hands."
The angel shook her head slowly and said. "Six pairs of hands.... no way."
It's not the hands that are causing me problems," God remarked, "it's the three pairs of eyes that mothers have to have."
That's on the standard model?" asked the angel. God nodded.
One pair that sees through closed doors when she asks, 'What are you kids doing in there?' when she already knows. Another here in the back of her head that sees what she shouldn't but what she has to know, and of course the ones here in front that can look at a child when he goofs up and say. 'I understand and I love you' without so much as uttering a word."
God," said the angel touching his sleeve gently, "Get some rest tomorrow...."
I can't," said God, "I'm so close to creating something so close to myself. Already I have one who heals herself when she is sick...can feed a family of six on one pound of hamburger...and can get a nine year old to stand under a shower."
The angel circled the model of a mother very slowly. "It's too soft," she sighed.
But tough!" said God excitedly. "You can imagine what this mother can do or endure."
Can it think?"
Not only can it think, but it can reason and compromise," said the Creator.
Finally, the angel bent over and ran her finger across the cheek.
There's a leak," she pronounced. "I told You that You were trying to put too much into this model."
It's not a leak," said the Lord, "It's a tear."
What's it for?"
It's for joy, sadness, disappointment, pain, loneliness, and pride."
You are a genius, " said the angel.
Somberly, God said, "I didn't put it there.”— Erma Bombeck, When God Created Mothers.
“Don't cry over someone who wouldn't cry over you.” —Lauren Conrad
“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.” — Nicole Krauss, The History of Love
“Why do beautiful songs make you sad?' 'Because they aren't true.' 'Never?' 'Nothing is beautiful and true.” — Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close
“She was a genius of sadness, immersing herself in it, separating its numerous strands, appreciating its subtle nuances. She was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum.” — Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything Is Illuminated
“I can't eat and I can't sleep. I'm not doing well in terms of being a functional human, you know?” — Ned Vizzini, It's Kind of a Funny Story
“The worst type of crying wasn't the kind everyone could see--the wailing on street corners, the tearing at clothes. No, the worst kind happened when your soul wept and no matter what you did, there was no way to comfort it. A section withered and became a scar on the part of your soul that survived. For people like me and Echo, our souls contained more scar tissue than life.” — Katie McGarry, Pushing the Limits (Pushing the Limits, #1)
“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.” — Barbara Kingsolver, The Bean Trees (Greer Family, #1)
“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.” — Augusten Burroughs, Dry
“Don't be ashamed to weep; 'tis right to grieve. Tears are only water, and flowers, trees, and fruit cannot grow without water. But there must be sunlight also. A wounded heart will heal in time, and when it does, the memory and love of our lost ones is sealed inside to comfort us.” — Brian Jacques, Taggerung (Redwall, #14)
