The world has kissed my Soul with its pain, asking for its return in Songs.
What need is there to weep over parts of life? The whole of it calls for tears.
It was sad music. But it waved its sadness like a battle flag. It said the universe had done all it could, but you were still alive.
To finish is a sadness to a writer – a little death. He puts the last word down and it is done. But it isn’t really done. The story goes on and leaves the writer behind, for no story is ever done.
Tears are words the heart can’t express.
Unhappy is he to whom the memories of childhood bring only fear and sadness.
Every day is like Sunday. Every day is silent and grey.
There are no happy endings.
There is no hatred in my love for you. Only a sadness I feel all the more strongly for my inability to explain or describe it.
Beware of sadness. It can hit you. It can hurt you. Make you sore and what is more, that is not what you are here for.
Keep busy at something: a busy person never has time to be unhappy.
In the valley of sorrow, spread your wings.
For a human being, sadness is as powerful as terror. Sadness makes a warrior shed tears of blood.
We live as we dream – alone. While the dream disappears, the life continues painfully.
A ship in dock, surrounded by quays and the walls of warehouses, has the appearance of a prisoner meditating upon freedom in the sadness of a free spirit put under restraint.
The mirror is my best friend because when I cry it never laughs.
What a sad business is being funny!
Don’t let the sadness from the past and fear of the future ruin the happiness of the present.
When you feel like you’ve had it up to here, and you’re mad enough to scream, but you’re sad enough to tear, that’s rock bottom.
When you’re happy you enjoy the music, but when you’re sad you understand the lyrics.