Quotes about sad

Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.

Life is a process of changes happy and sad.Life is beautiful and Life is happiness

Regret The saddest word in the English language.

People are not rain or snow or autumn leaves they do not look beautiful when they fall.

They would never have demanded he be like them they hardly wanted to be themselves.

We live forever but they don't come back.

People aren't born sad we make them that way.

There are various wounds to describe our hurtsthe deepest one is the most painful.

I pictured her tragically it never once ocurred to me to picture her as the tragedy.

You’re going back?” asked Bod. Things that had been immutable were changing. “You’re really leaving? But. You’re my guardian.”“I was you’re guardian. But you are old enough to guard yourself. I have other things to protect.

Everyone takes part in the mosque for one reason to have a prayer answered.

I give myself up to darkness and wish I may never again be required to lift my head to the light.

I am in Love with you, it’s me who is in love with you not you,I am in love with you.Not in a way I wanted to but yeah the way I am fond toHey I am in love with you,not treating you like I wanted to but just being the one that thought of toyeah I am in love with you,Loving you was the secrete I wanted to keepand buried deep inside my emotional heap,Doing everything possible what I had toBut baby it hurts as it hurts you too,but yeah still I am in love with you,Pulled myself million times because

He said he liked my rhythm. I said I liked his heartbeat, and it was within that moment I knew our corners would never meet.

They don’t know I only speak in runaway train stationsand everybody is always a few minutes too late to the platform.No one has ever gotten the chance to get too closebecause it is never romantic to fuck the girl who makes love to her own sadness every single night.

Dreaming of getting you I loosed everything Cheerfulness of smile And all the dreams of life

Forgive me," I wrote at the bottom. "I did not think I would break.

I wish we would all just fall apart so I wouldn't have to listen to the downfall happen, so slowly, so painfully.

Love can be a poison.

How do you pay for what you've done?

Nothing much bothered you for a while and you kept walking like a silhouette through this town, saying hi’s and goodbyes, acting polite at all times. But there is no fire in your heart; you are not very concerned.

The void inside me starts to fill, but my heart has holes, and whatever it holds will run out, leaving me empty once again.

I took him to the river and said “let’s watch something drown,” So he took a stoneand I took my necklaceand we threw it all together,the way I always think I will get better in July. Things will change and sounds won’t acheand I gave my heart to uncertainty so many times, and so I took him to the river,threw the necklace in the river to slowly watch it drown, or burn, or fade awaylike I’ve done so many times.

Coming back to life' is perhaps the toughest battle we keep fighting forever. U never know when will ur life throw u down from Zenith to Nadir and then the journey restarts again...

I think we cry to release the animal parts of us without losing our humanity. Becauseinside me is a beast that snarls, and growls, and strains toward freedom, toward Tobias, and, aboveall, toward life. And as hard as I try, I cannot kill it.

I really miss you and I still have that one picture of you, where your eyes had no point of view, but pictures say nothing and this one will stay in my minds room.

You can plan on a change in the weather and time, but I never planned on you changing you mind.

She was a mind floating in an ocean of confusion.

And he would put his arms around her and hold her, but he had no idea what to tell her. In his mind, Gregor knew how to kill things, not bring them back ti life.

The one thing that we need to escape is our minds, but our minds are the one thing that we cannot escape from.

I felt like a trophy child, someone he had around to show off. It felt like it was more important that his daughter was perfect—but, I was his daughter and I was neither of those things. I worked hard to get my grades, and I tried so hard to meet his expectations, but I failed. Over and over again, I fell short. I didn't measure up. That feeling never faded.

I just wished they'd see Mari, their daughter. I wished they saw how much I liked art and how much I didn't want to dedicate my life to something I wasn't passionate about.

The sad part is you love her..... and she didn't love you back.

When you care about things, it ends up wearing you out.

And the pain is too much it’s too much it’s too much and my hands are on my head and I’m rearing back and my mouth is open in a never-ending wordless wail of all the blackness that’s inside of me.

This empty shell holds nothing but the echoes of what was.

Sadness is a bruise on the skin of memory.

If this constant bitter disappointment was love, then I was perfectly fine not to have anything to do with it.

You are alone,So alone,You speak back to silence.People call it loneliness,You call it solitude,Different words,Meaning the same pain.

I was unhappy there and going through a rough transition, so I was desperate for any friend I could find that I could talk to. I thought that's what he was. We had this secret from my mom, who I didn't like much at the time. It was a harmless secret, so I didn't feel bad about it. All we did was go to the movies and hang out doing fun things all day. It wasn't until much later that the warning signs began, but I was still too young and stupid to see them for what they were at the time. Basically

life as a life, from the pain we laughed.. and from the joy we cried.. but supposedly i'm supposed to be grateful but I don't think I'll be to happy whatever im not sad.. my other side told me that the government is putting hallucinogens in our water and torturing us under the guise of healthcare.. if u thought right, wonder if u are the first prisoner to go through the presidential rendition and torture program and they seem to think u'll be some hero or something for going through it.. but in

I'm not afraid to dieno today . . . maybe tomorrow.But I'll not dieno today . . . maybe tomorrow.Tomorrow I will go awayfrom this life that I've just borrowed!

Many people will tell that it is not for a man to cry, but they may not know how is to feel your head empty and only tears will come out to stand up for you.

A thing about poetry is, It takes cuts and pain to bleed words. The deeper the wound is, the more you bleed. And eventually, you will start falling in love with it. But the saddest part is, sometimes there comes a moment when you start to feel that all those wounds on your soul are not enough. And you start cutting yourself deeper, forgetting when to stop.

Words can hurt, but words can also inspire.

The 2ams have held my hopes all these years as I calm my nerves down for there would only be three more hours for the world to wake up to my screams and wails of excruciating pain.Probably the drug store would open if I wait for three more hours then.8am and the doc would prescribe me a few medicines over whatsapp.I would make three cups of tea by then. I would quiet my mouth as it would bite on my arm.By twelve I would finally be relieved as the meds would work.But it's only midnight now... wis

SUICIDE... Is to have the freedom to choose; when, where and how to die.

SUICIDE...Is to have the freedom to choose; when, where and how to die.― John Zea

Depression is like waking up and opening the blinds because your plants need sunlight, but it's 8p.m. It's always 8p.m and you keep apologizing for it.

I wanted to see her sad. Taste her tears. I wanted to know what she sounded like when she cried. In pain, in pleasure, in both.

I wished that I had died, it would have been better for everyone

I didn't feel very lucky. Why me, I kept asking myself. Why had this happened to me?

I would need an awful lot of willpower to fight my way through the ups and downs of the road to recovery, and there might be times when I may feel a bit down and depressed, but there would be counsellors that I could talk to about how I was feeling.

I was extremely worried. What would happen to me now that they knew that I had lost my mind? Would they put me in a padded cell and feed me through a hatch door? Would I end up in one of those places that you hear about, where people go in but never come out?

The things they say!A truck driver would blush.I would never talk that wayto Trevor he walks on water.I want him to think I do too.For a while, he did, or at leasthe pretended to.I did things with TrevorI wouldn't dare to confessto anyone—things I didn'tknow anyone did.But he wanted me to,so I did. That's what you dowhen you love someone,right?

Before marriage she thought hserself in love; but the happiness that should have followed this love not having come, she must, she thought, have been mistaken. And Emma tried to find out what one meant exactly in life by the words felicity, passion, rapture, that had seemed to her so beautiful in books.

WILL YOU DANCE WITH MEAs we stand here,Hand in hand,Under the neon lightsOf Truth and Love.I'm asking you toDance with me.To twirl,Kick,Drop,Jump,And flyWith me.Skidding andSliding acrossThe dancefloor of life,I want you toGlide with me.Through theSaddest andHappiest songs,The fastest highsTo the longest andSlowest lows,I want you toFlow throughThem allWithMe.

Depression is a Virus,handling it Once, Builds Your Immunity to it.

I ate all of my husbands. First I ate their love, then their will, then their despair, and then I made pies of their bodies - and those bodies were so dear to me!

The only constant in our marriage is the edge of the cliff we're hanging on to, killing time until we tire ourselves out and give in to our inevitable collapse.

The difference is,Now I cant call you anymore…I cant hear your calming voice,I cant hear your wordsThat made me always feel better,Now I am just all aloneIn this dark and cold room

Sometimes people come to heal your pain and end up by giving you bit more of that

Never expect someone to care for you or to care about your feelings and emotios Everyone's fucking heartless, people just don't give a damn about your stupid feelings or your boring stories. People only know how to fool you around and use you for their own benefits.

I’d like to think that the day I realize we will always be miserable will differ from every other. I hope it will so obnoxiously stand out from the monotonous cycle of my days, that I wouldn’t forget that sorrowful moment of comprehension. But, when that breeze of reality comes by, it wont be a memorable hurricane, nor a momentous tornado. It will be the same, sad, soft wind that I felt the day before, and the day before that. Because the moment you understand your inevitable misery in life, may

I missed him so much that it felt like a physical pain in the area below my ribs. I opened my mouth to accommodate it. I put my hand to it. A hollow, aching, piercing place.

I feel so lonely every night and every day and I still push everyone away…

I can’t get her out of my head

All of your fears and thoughts were mine, you were so scared but it was beyond divine.

Some people you’re not meant to get over.

I loved him, you know,' she said. 'I would have loved him as hard as he'd let me, for the rest of my life.

I’m floating. I’m flowing. I’m loving, but I’m going.

I see you in every passing moment.

I see more light than dark, but when I encounter dark I seem to get lost in it.

Sadness brings delicacy. Happiness brings subliminal terror.

Some days I wonder if I stopped writing about him, if I’d love him a little less.

But could words bethe end of me?

I'm accustomed to toxicity and can’t control myself when I’m near it.

We were one, even in the darkest corner.

Who knows if you’re alive anymore, but better yet, who knows if I’m even alive anymore?

I believe we were right for each other, but not in that moment, which perhaps hindered any possibility of a future.

He said he was going to fix everything and I believed him. But I believed him before and again some. And I guess I got lost in the resentment of disbelief.

You don’t get over it. You move past it. You move through it. You lose yourself to find it, and when found, it’s yours and no longer theirs.

Loving you was hard, wanting you was harder, but kissing your forehead was insanity.

My months are spent preparing for the fall.

I think if we stop running towards broken arms, we’d all be just fine.

His love was a poison: soft and loveable, hideous yet touchable.

Wrote you a poem or two. You didn’t enjoy them, but I did for you.

Never knew the word Goodbye could scatter my heart into pieces. Just 1 word, could made me cry over you.

I danced as he twirled in and out of consciousness, and there we were, one in love and the other astray.

I want to write something that means something to someone...the reminds them of what a second, a moment, really is...or that assures them that we are just as lost as they are. I want to write an emotion they are too fragile to let loose, so that my words can do the expression for them, the feeling for them. I want to write beyond the basics and the cliches...I want to write you, I want to write a long walk on a starry night, I want to write an exhale or an inhale...or suffocation.I want to write

Loving him made me never want to love another human being.

Loving you was easy. Hating you was hard. Falling out was insane.

Sticks and stones may break my bones but your words were always the hardest.

The Sun is an arrogant thing, always leaving the world behind when it tires of us. The Moon is a loyal companion. It never leaves. It's always there, watching, steadfast, knowing us in our light and dark moments, changing forever just as we do. Everyday it's a different version of itself. Sometimes weak and wan, sometimes strong and full of life. The Moon understands what it means to be human. Uncertain. Alone. Cratered by imperfections.

Never let the world know that you are sad or the world will let you down as well.

The thing with breaking up is they leave, but the memories stay.

Mountains in the distance remind me of you.

Don’t break my heart. Crush it. Destroy it. Let me wallow it until I feel hollow in it. I’ll bash in the pain. I’ll scream your name and then one day I suddenly won’t.

Sometimes, when I am sad,I am not sad for myself.I am sad for the world, I am sad to see where we are going.I am sad to see how we can smile by making someone else sad.I am sad to see how we havekilled our conscience and keep toying with emotionsI am sad to see how people are confusing selfishness with self love.I am sad to see how we have come toa stage where we trust strangers more than friends.Let's fix this, Let's open our heartsLet's listen to them, let's do our bit.