Anger is just a cowardly extension of sadness. It’s a lot easier to be angry at someone than it is to tell them you’re hurt.
Silence is medication for sorrow.
Sorrow breaks seasons and reposing hours, Makes the night morning, and the noontide night.
Sadness does not inhere in things; it does not reach us from the world and through mere contemplation of the world. It is a product of our own thought. We create it out of whole cloth.
It is very sad for a man to make himself servant to a single thing; his manhood all taken out of him by the hydraulic pressure of excessive business.
Much like the hands of a clock go nowhere fast, anxious thoughts run us round-and-round without taking us anywhere!
When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions.
Grief carries its own antidote along with it.
There are moments when, even to the sober eye of Reason, the world of our sad humanity must assume the aspect of Hell
Sorrow is like a precious treasure, shown only to friends.
So much sadness exists in the world that we are all under obligation to contribute as much joy as lies within our powers.
Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.
A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain.
Good humor is the health of the soul, sadness its poison
Oh the gladness of their gladness when they’re glad, And the sadness of their sadness when they’re sad; But the gladness of their gladness, and the sadness of their sadness, Are as nothing to their badness when they’re bad
I can see the humorous side of things and enjoy the fun when it comes; but look where I will, there seems to me always more sadness than joy in life.
You cannot prevent the birds of sadness from passing over your head, but you can prevent their making a nest in your hair
For all sad words of tongue and pen, the saddest are these, ‘It might have been.
Onions make me sad, a lot of people don’t realize that. When I’m cutting onions, I’m sad. Because the plight of onions, it’s sad. But people don’t realize I’m actually crying – they think I’m just reacting.
Tears are words the heart can’t express.
We gather strength from sadness and from pain Each time we die we learn to live again.
Sorrows cannot all be explained away in a life truly lived, grief and loss accumulate like possessions.
Sadness is but a wall between two gardens.
Laugh and the world laughs with you,Weep, and you weep alone;For this brave old earth must borrow its mirth,But has trouble enough of its own.
Sadness and gladness succeed each other
Child of mortality, whence comest thou? Why is thy countenance sad, and why are thine eyes red with weeping?
Smile, even if it’s a sad smile, because sadder than a sad smile is the sadness of not knowing how to smile.
One cannot be deeply responsive to the world without being saddened very often.
Sadness usually results from one of the following causes either when a man does not succeed, or is ashamed of his success
The essential sadness is to go through life without loving. But it would be almost equally sad to leave this world without ever telling those you loved that you love them.
Melancholy is sadness that has taken on lightness
I spend a lot of my time looking at blue,The colour of my room and my mood…
Man could not live if he were entirely impervious to sadness. Many sorrows can be endured only by being embraced, and the pleasure taken in them naturally has a somewhat melancholy character.
It is an unfortunate personal tragedy. However, when compared to the vast ocean of the collective tragedy faced by my people, my illness is merely a pebble. I am deeply sad that I am crippled by this illness, unable to contribute anything substantial towards the alleviation of the immense suffering and oppression of my people.
The only thing worried thoughts have the power to change is what the next thing will be for you to worry over!
The only one interested in hearing your sad story is . . . you; and even you wish you didn’t have to relive it again!
The past is as powerless to darken the present moment as is a shadow to reach up and drag down the form that casts it.
Sadness is always the legacy of the past; regrets are pains of the memory
It is a time when one’s spirit is subdued and sad, one knows not why; when the past seems a storm-swept desolation, life a vanity and a burden, and the future but a way to death.
There is no worse sorrow than remembering happiness in the day of sorrow.
‘Tis impious in a good man to be sad.
Anger, tears and sadness are only for those who have given up
The word ‘happiness’ would lose its meaning if it were not balanced by sadness.
Listen! you hear the grating roarOf pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling,At their return, up the high strand,Begin, and cease, and then again begin,With tremulous cadence slow, and bringThe eternal note of sadness in.
I seldom think about my limitations, and they never make me sad. Perhaps there is just a touch of yearning at times; but it is vague, like a breeze among flowers.
Sorrow is one of the vibrations that prove the fact of living.
What is the source of sadness, but feebleness of the mind? What giveth it power but the want of reason? Rouse thyself to the combat, and she quitteth the field before thou strikest.
No society has been able to abolish human sadness, no political system can deliver us from the pain of living, from our fear of death, our thirst for the absolute. It is the human condition that directs the social condition, not vice versa.