Sadness Quotes

Before the house-maid had lit the fire the next day, or the sun gained any power over the cold, gloomy morning in January, Marianne, only half dressed, was kneeling against one of the window-seats for the sake of all the little light she could command from it, and writing as fast as a continual flow of tears would permit her.

~ Jane Austen

I'm not capable of being casual with you, Lily.

~ Colleen Hoover

He celebrated his solitude with a frown.

~ R.j. Lawrence

Be gentle,always delicatewith every soulyou meet,for every single morningyou wake up,there is someoneWishing,silentlyand secretly,that theyhad not.

~ Tyler Knott Gregson

For once, the tears wouldn't come. She saw that Michael might have been right. It really could be too cold to snow.

~ Anne Tyler

The sea, he thought, had treasured it's memories deeper than the faithless land.

~ F. Scott Fitzgerald

I did not know what to say to him. I felt awkward and blundering. I did not know how I could reach him, where I could overtake him and go on hand in hand with him once more.

~ Antoine De Saint-Exupéry

When Cash woke up, he knew immediately something was wrong. Even without looking, he knew; Harper was gone, and the space she’d left in the bed ached like a missing limb.

~ Summer Hines

Sadness was a very heavy thing. My body weighed twice what it had only a moment earlier.

~ Arthur Golden

When Jean and his mother left Etreuilles, Monsieur Sureau had gathered for them great boxfuls of hawthorn and of snowballs which Madame Santeuil had not the courage to refuse. But, as soon as Jean's uncle had gone home, she threw them away, saying that they already had more than enough in the way of luggage. And then Jean cried because he had been separated from the darling creatures which he would have liked to take with him to Paris, and because of his mother's naughtiness.

~ Marcel Proust

Sadness had reigned in undisputed sovereignty over his shadowed childhood.

~ Marcel Proust

Today my uncle died.and i am not feeling sad because he is dead.i am sad about that i can never see him alive again in my whole life.

~ Sher E Yazdan

One way or another, we’re all prisoners.

~ Eliza Granville

It’s true: A slice of pound cake does wonders to thaw the coldest of days.

~ Sasha Martin

Love will not come to me again. I’ll vegetate like a plant in a cellar, without light.

~ Eliza Granville

Please don't tell me not to be sad. I know you don't like to see me hurting, but my sadness is mine to feel, not yours to heal. Let me be sad. It will pass in its own time. It always does.

~ Scott Stabile

Heartache is my constant companion, and we’re perfect for one another. Two co-dependent peas in a pod. My past and my future.

~ T.l. Martin

She felt her in her heart all the time now, yearning for her lost love and lamenting for past mistakes. The Lady’s grief was overwhelming sometimes, making Sofia sad for no reason at all, especially at night when the world around her grew quiet and there were no distractions.

~ Effrosyni Moschoudi

I lied!' I spat my whisper at him. 'I knew you read my journal. I knew you read my dreams. I wrote there what I thought would hurt you most! I lied to hurt you. For letting him be dead while you lived. For being loved by him more than he loved me!' I took a breath. 'He loved you more than he ever loved any of the rest of us!

~ Robin Hobb

Some part of me knew that was important. That once it would have mattered terribly to me.

~ Robin Hobb

For he was the Fool now, all of Lord Chance and Lady Amber and Lord Golden scraped away by sorrow. He was no one's Beloved now.

~ Robin Hobb

We weep,tears of blood,we weep,In despair, crying,we weep;the sun forever has stolenthe light from his eyes.No more his face do we see,no more his voice do we hear,nor will his affectionate gazewatch over his people.

~ Jane Bierhorst

Life is not steady, you'll be happy at times, sad at time's, all we have to do is be patient, for a moment of happiness is worth a thousand moments of sadness and dread.

~ Maitha Alshamsi

Thinking about sadness and loneliness, and what it means to be sad, how to live with it, walk through it and grow from it. There is a loneliness in sadness that one can find distractions to escape, but at the end of the day, there it is again. So, how to embrace that loneliness, and trust the uncertainty of tomorrow and the next days, weeks, and months? Loneliness seems like a constantly expanding universe and the sadness is like a sheer veil surrounding it. The two work hand in hand, and there is only one way to navigate; go deep into oneself, as no one else has the map. None of this is a terrible thing; sadness adds rich meaningful layers into life, painful as it is, and loneliness is only a state of mind. Profound changes can come from living your sadness, feeling it completely, and housing it in solitude. The day will come when one emerges, brave and beautiful.

~ Riitta Klint

Sometimes things have to get worse before they get better.

~ Shannon Messenger

She cries quietly, her shoulders heaving up and down, not the kind of loud sobbing that the women Chika knows do, the kind that screams Hold me and comfort me because I cannot deal with this alone. The woman's crying is private, as though she is carrying out a necessary ritual that involves no one else.

~ Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

One day you look in the mirror and you see your parents' sadness in your eyes.

~ Hannah Lillith Assadi

I lit a cigarette. 'Go ahead, take a smoke,' my father said. 'It won't kill you. Only sadness will.

~ Hannah Lillith Assadi

For the first time in years, she felt the deep sadness of exile, knowing that she was alone here, an outsider, and too alert to the ironies, the niceties, the manners, and indeed, the morals to be able to participate.

~ Colm Tóibín

I have always wanted to go to Trieste because it sounds like tristesse, which is a light-hearted word, even though in French it means sadness. In Spanish it is tristeza, which is heavier than French sadness, more of a groan than a whisper.

~ Deborah Levy

Sadness at that age had the pleasing texture of imprisonment: you reared and sulked against the bonds of parents and school and age, things that kept you from the certain happiness that awaited. When I was a sophomore in college, I had a boyfriend who spoke breathlessly of running away to Mexico - it didn't occur to me that we could no longer run away from home.

~ Emma Cline

It ate at whatever was warm nearby, and then the coldness settled in permanently. You learned to live with it

~ David Guterson

Everyone experiences the feelings of sadness and loneliness. We might rue our lack of companionship, but some people present a desperate need for aloneness. Being alone allows a person to think, imagine, and take in nature. Because being alone is essential for specific human actions, similar to all other aspects of life, it is a gift.

~ Kilroy J. Oldster

I almost wish I hadn't met him. How am I supposed to go back to my old life, my days stretching out before me with unending and brutal sameness? How am I supposed to go back to being The Girl Who Reads?

~ Nicola Yoon

Every heart has a layer of sadness, whether deeply buried or covering the surface for all to see.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

Sadness is like sandpaper; it rubs at our sharper edges, softening and humbling us, making us ready for a coat of compassion.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

Whenever I feel sad, I just take out my phone and listen to her laughter recorded in my online messenger.

~ Avijeet Das

Until there is no longer the possibility of sadness, of isolation, there can be no gravity. We all float by, rootless, taking clumsy astronaut steps and calling it progress.

~ Meg Wolitzer

The thing about people though, I think, is that our hearts tend to do a great job holding on to the horrible stuff and a horrible job holding on to the good. Or at least we're like that until we learn how to not be like that.

~ Kevin Breel

The sky was so blue I couldn’t look at it because it made me sad, swelling tears in my eyes and they dripped quietly on the floor as I got on with my day. I tried to keep my focus, ticked off the to-do list, did my chores. Packed orders, wrote emails, paid bills and rewrote stories,but the panic kept growing, exploding in my chest. Tears falling on the desktick tick tickme not making a soundand some days I just don't know what to do. Where to go or who to see and I try to be gentle, soft and kind,but anxiety eats you up and I just want to be fine.

~ Charlotte Eriksson