So, this is my life. And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I'm still trying to figure out how that could be.
Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.
The reason it hurts so much to separate is because our souls are connected.
He does something to me, that boy. Every time. Itβs his only detriment. He steps on my heart. He makes me cry.
People worry about kids playing with guns, and teenagers watching violent videos; we are scared that some sort of culture of violence will take them over. Nobody worries about kids listening to thousands - literally thousands - of songs about broken hearts and rejection and pain and misery and loss.
I have learned now that while those who speak about one's miseries usually hurt, those who keep silence hurt more.
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.
I am both happy and sad at the same time, and I'm still trying to figure out how that could be.
The keenest sorrow is to recognize ourselves as the sole cause of all our adversities.
What makes old age so sad is not that our joys but our hopes cease.
Sadness and gladness succeed each other.
No one is more profoundly sad than he who laughs too much.
Never let go of that fiery sadness called desire.
Reminiscences make one feel so deliciously aged and sad.
The sad duty of politics is to establish justice in a sinful world.
No sadder proof can be given by a man of his own littleness, than disbelief in great men.
Nothing is more sad than the death of an illusion.
A feeling of sadness and longing that is not akin to pain, and resembles sorrow only as the mist resembles the rain.
Poverty makes you sad as well as wise.
Sadness is a state of sin.
