Tonight I can write the saddest lines
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
I don’t know what they are called, the spaces between seconds– but I think of you always in those intervals.
Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened.
Tears are words that need to be written.
We'll meet again, but you're a lifetime away, and I need you now.
I miss you every minute of every day. If I could miss you more than that, I would.
Time doesn't always heal all wounds.
I realized that I'm lonely without her and she's incomplete without me. There will be no end to our love story..
And empty words are evil.
When your heart is broken, it’s easier to follow rules
They say when you are missing someone that they are probably feeling the same, but I don't think it's possible for you to miss me as much as I'm missing you right now
Don't cry over someone who wouldn't cry over you.
Tears shed for another person are not a sign of weakness. They are a sign of a pure heart.
any fool can be happy. It takes a man with real heart to make beauty out of the stuff that makes us weep.
Someday, we’ll run into each other again, I know it.
Maybe I’ll be older and smarter and just plain better. If that happens,
that’s when I’ll deserve you. But now, at this moment, you can’t hook
your boat to mine, because I’m liable to sink us both.
So it’s true, when all is said and done, grief is the price we pay for love.
But when I do feel all the strength go out of me, and I fall to my knees beside the table and I think I cry, then, or at least I want to, and everything inside me screams for just one more kiss, one more word, one more glance, one more.
That this girl would know exactly how to shatter me.
The trick. . .is to find the balance between the bright colors of humor and the serious issues of identity, self-loathing, and the possibility for intimacy and love when it seems no longer possible or, sadder yet, no longer necessary.
The longer and more carefully we look at a funny story, the sadder it becomes.
Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.
There is some kind of a sweet innocence in being human- in not having to be just happy or just sad- in the nature of being able to be both broken and whole, at the same time.
Life is not a PG feel-good movie. Real life often ends badly. Literature tries to document this reality, while showing us it is still possible for us to endure nobly.
Tell the truth through whichever veil comes to hand – but tell it. Resign yourself to the lifelong sadness that comes from never being satisfied.
If you only knew how to respect my heart, I wouldn't have found a reason to let you go.
At the end of the day your ability to connect with your readers comes down to how you make them feel.
Some of the most beautiful things we have in life comes from our mistakes.
It's ok to be a fool once or twice but never let it be a third time. Be smart and pretend to be a fool and at the end of the hunt make sure you're the one that has the gun.
Most men are blinded by the words "Bad Bitches" and end settling for less!
Rule #1 always look out for yourself first don't nobody love/care for you like you do.
WATCH out for your surroundings, UPGRADE your mindset and keep FOCUS.
Never Expect Loyalty From A Person That Can't Give You Honesty.
It takes a real man to see the difference between a diamond and a rhinestone.
Can't be mad when someone else takes the diamond, that you treated like a rhinestone
Here today, may be gone tomorrow! Never take anyone or nothing for granted! Be sure to count your blessing daily because tomorrow isn't promised.
You can NEVER be like someone else! Just be yourself and you will find that you'll be much happier that way and accomplish more as well.
I wear a necklace of hope with pearly beads. When I met you, it broke, and the beads spilled all over the floor, into the gutters.
My first feeling was that there was no way to continue. Writing isn't like math;in math, two plus two always equals four no matter what your mood is like. With writing, the way you feel changes everything.
I don't think all writers are sad, she said.
I think it's the other way around -
all sad people write.
Everything that drowned me taught me how to swim.
Sticks and stones may break my bones, but your words will always kill me.
I'm sorry for ignoring you but that's all I can do. Iloveyou
Regret fills your heart, only if you do not give your best to accomplish something.
Life is like butter - when things cool down it can be reshaped
sad things are beautiful only from a distance
therefore you just want to get away from them
from a distance of one hundred and thirty years
....i'm going to distance myself until the world is beautiful
It's a sad and beautiful world.
The parts of me that hurt the worst want me to write something for them, but I can't. I don't know what to say. I'm lost in all this sadness, and so are they.
My ghost is the only soul who ever comes to cry on my grave... Only the skies cried sincerely on my funeral.
He was acting like our kiss had broken him, and his reaction was breaking me.
Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the o-er wrought heart and bids it break.
Now, standing here, it is clear as day: more than anything else, you want to find words for what you feel and think and everything that is dark. And then this terrifying thought hits you: Yes, your father wrote poetry to find a language for his wounds. Yes, you in your own way have become your father.
There are words and accents by which this grief can be assuaged, and the disease in a great measure removed.
All Wishes are not from HEART !!!
Happiness grows best in the soil of contentment.
Longing, whether for a passion or person, is one of the most powerful, yet painful, emotions there is. It can drive you to its source under the most extreme conditions, or it can cripple you from obtaining your dreams. When it comes to the pull you feel, always go after it, if not, it'll eat you alive.
How little our careers express what lies in us, and yet how much time they take up. It's sad, really.
Someday, beyond the clouds and all the world's wrongs, there will be love, compassion and justice, and we shall all understand.
In such a person, sadness breeds purpose; finding inspiration in the darkness and often times, I believe, they will impress a hell onto their own lives in order to re-create it, that others might suffer the experience from the comfort of their armchairs. - Quote from Her Past's Present.
But a whole bottle was what made me feel dead inside. And it worked, all the days stress was gone and I was able to live without the gigantic knot in my stomach. Without the boulders weighing down my shoulders.
Out of the seven billion people sharing the planet with her, not one of them knew what was going through her head. Not one of them knew she was lost. Not one of them asked.
I don’t see how anyone can find happiness in this world.
She felt happy these days, yet there was always an undercurrent of sadness just below the surface
This time around I was so lonely that I was forced to be face to face with myself. Realizing at the end of the day I only have me and I didn't seem to like my own company. I decided to I had to make myself into someone I can live with.
Some things take so long
But how do I explain
When not too many people
Can see we're all the same
And because of all their tears
Your eyes can't hope to see
The beauty that surrounds them
Now, isn't it a pity
The real world - where I probably could never be happy, and never get anywhere.
hide your feelings, hide you thoughts, hide your self from the world but dont hide you from you cause only you know where you stand & the world's knows nothing
What is the point of roaming the world when it's the same misery everywhere?
It's quiet for a while, and then Rowan says; "We could talk now. We're alone out here. No walls."
"There are always walls." I say.
What greater thing is there for two human souls, than to feel that they are joined for life-to strengthen each other in all labor, to rest on each other in all sorrow, to minister to each other in all pain, to be one with each other in silent unspeakable memories at the moment of the last parting?
Because misery, and degradation, and death, and nothing that God or Satan could inflict would have parted us, you, of your own will did it. I have no broken your heart - you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine. So much the worse for me that I am strong.
Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,
Tears from the depths of some devine despair
Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes,
In looking on the happy autumn fields,
And thinking of the days that are no more.
I am always sad, I think. Perhaps this signifies that I am not sad at all, because sadness is something lower than your normal disposition, and I am always the same thing. Perhaps I am the only person in the world, then, who never becomes sad. Perhaps I am lucky.
I was in the biggest breakdown of my life when I stopped crying long enough to let the words of my epiphany really sink in. That whore, karma, had finally made her way around, and had just bitch-slapped me right across the face. The realization only made me cry harder.
When you do something noble and beautiful and nobody noticed, do not be sad. For the sun every morning is a beautiful spectacle and yet most of the audience still sleeps.
I do not believe anyone can be perfectly well, who has a brain and a heart
When your sad-like really sad-you only want to be with other people who are sad.
Dahulu dia selalu katakan apa yang dia pikirkan, tangiskan, apa yang ditanggungkan, teriakan ria kesukaan di dalam hati remaja. Kini dia harus diam- tak ada kuping sudi suaranya.
Don't dwell on things. Don't stay in one place too long. It was the only way to stay ahead of sadness.
What a sad story, I thought for so long. Not that I now think it was happy. But I think it is true, and thus the question of whether it is sad or happy has no meaning whatever.
The person you hurt the most in this world was the person that brought you into it.
The fruit of empty hopes is more bitter than the saddest truth.
I shot up,now as angry and frusterated as him.I had a feeling if i stayed, we'd both snap. In and undertone, I murmured,"this isnt over.i won't give up on you."
" I've given up on you,"he said back,voice also soft. "Love fades. Mine has.
May be its mine bad-luck
Or yours not to get me
But I still have hope
Of being yours
In search of Truth the hopeful zealot goes,
But all the sadder tums, the more he knows!
The nostalgia of a moment's love can be an illusionary precipice from which we fall from truth; in heartbreak, what we escape to in the past is what tortures us in the present.
Still haunted by the love, light and darkness we shared. encumbered to smile and breathing becomes an art; when you don’t fucking feel anything.
Is there a silent song in your heart, that is screaming to be heard?
Grief, no matter how you try to cater to its wail, has a way of fading away.
One of the greatest tragedies in life is to lose your own sense of self and accept the version of you that is expected by everyone else.
Sometimes you weren't supposed to share pain. Sometimes it was best just to deal with it alone.
Cheer up and give them out there a good reason to be happy.
Let it be a small gain or big gain never do lesser than one's ability, let it be a pain or a pleasure never accept more than one's share.
Happiness & Sadness are two contemporary stages in life. A wise man overcomes sadness with his wisdom, and a foolish man faces it with tears.
The sea, the sea…
Man alone,
Passive, unaware
In his elemental sadness.
You cannot protect yourself from sadness without protecting yourself from happiness.
There you go...let it all slide out. Unhappiness can't stick in a person's soul when it's slick with tears.
I am intrigued by the smile upon your face, and the sadness within your eyes
There is no beauty in sadness. No honor in suffering. No growth in fear. No relief in hate. It’s just a waste of perfectly good happiness.
Anne was always glad in the happiness of her friends; but it is sometimes a little lonely to be surrounded everywhere by happiness that is not your own.
Joy came always after pain.
Laugh, and the world laughs with you;
Weep, and you weep alone;
For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth,
But has trouble enough of its own.
I'll never wake up in a good mood again.
I'm tired of these stinky boots
Insecurities have the ability to shape and mold our minds to live with everything that’s bad; like crying on the inside, while smiling on the outside…thus creating pain…but, alas, I have the answer; forget about what you thought and enjoy (embrace) what you feel