bd38666
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But things are so bad, I feel like I'm going to explode if I don't do something.
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emotions
feelings
problems
sad
youth
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Margaret Peterson Haddix |
ee6514b
|
"Alai saw the tears but had the grace not to say so. "They're fartheads, Ender, they won't even let you take anything you own." Ender grinned and didn't cry after all. "Think I should strip and go naked?" Alai laughed, too. On impulse Ender hugged him, tight, almost as if he were Valentine. He even thought of Valentine then and wanted to go home. "I don't want to go," he said. Alai hugged him back. "I understand them, Ender. You are the best of us. Maybe they in a hurry to teach you everything." "They don't want to teach me everything," Ender said. "I wanted to learn what it was like to have a friend." Alai nodded soberly. "Always my friend, always the best of my friends," he said. Then he grinned. "Go slice up the buggers." "Yeah," Ender smiled back. Alai suddenly kissed Ender on the cheek and whispered in his ear, "Salaam."
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sad
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Orson Scott Card |
1f32adb
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"But most of the time, with a contented resignation that comes normally to a man only at the end of a long and busy life, he sat before the keyboard and filled the air with his beloved Bach.
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|
bach
last-man-on-earth
piano
sad
|
Arthur C. Clarke |
4589bc9
|
How odd it is that we so often weep for each other's distresses, when we shed not a tear for our own!
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|
friendship
mourning
sad
selflessness
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Anne Brontë |
aaa48c3
|
She wanted to get some personal profit out of things, and she rejected as useless all that did not contribute to the immediate desires of her heart, being of a temperament more sentimental than artistic, looking for emotions, not landscapes.
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|
beauty
desire
emotion
heart
love
lust
sad
selfish
sentimental
true
useless
|
Gustave Flaubert |
7fb4cf6
|
If God gave Dad Alzheimer's, He's got to understand when Dad forgets what church he belongs to.
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|
church
god
sad
snark
|
Joanne Fluke |
64e7a7b
|
He was the friend of my life. You know, you only have one friend like that; there can't be two.
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|
bittersweet
epigraph
friend
friendship
once-in-a-lifetime
poignant
sad
tender
|
James Salter |
e83b65a
|
"There're a lot of things you don't understand." Zachary smoldered his gaze at me. "I came looking for you, and then when I found out where you were, suddenly it didn't seem worth it. It wasn't you. It was everything and nothing. Life. Ma's death. Talking to anybody. Not worth it"
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|
lost-love
sad
|
Madeleine L'Engle |
357c9ba
|
A lark, caught in a hunter's net Sang sweeter then than ever, As if the falling melody Might wing and net dissever At dusk the hunter took his prey, The lark his freedom never. All birds and men are sure to die But songs may live forever.
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|
death
lark
melody
sad
song
songs-may-live-forever
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Ken Follett |
2d3894b
|
"Glinda waved dismissively. Then she tucked her hand against her mouth and bit her knuckles. It was hard to tell if her pretty ways were studied or innate. "Oh, oh," she managed, "I don't know that I'll see you again- and you remind me so of her."
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|
liir
sad
|
Gregory Maguire |
0b579c5
|
The two of us in that room. No past, no future. All intense deep that-time-only. A feeling that everything must end, the music, ourselves, the moon, everything. That if you get to the heart of things you find sadness for ever and ever, everywhere; but a beautiful silver sadness, like a Christ face.
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|
beauty
christ
deep
end
ending
ever
everywhere
feeling
future
heart
intense
moon
music
ourselves
past
sad
sadness
silver
|
John Fowles |
785fb5c
|
"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."
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|
melancholy
sad
|
Neil Gaiman |
96fd4c2
|
Just because something isn't good doesn't mean it's bad.
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|
book
characters
crime
depth
ethics
evil
good
life
literary
lonely
misunderstood
novel
sad
spooky
truth
|
Rebecca McNutt |
5460d8d
|
Although he doesn't know it yet, she isn't his real life. But he is hers. This is painful.
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|
one-sided-love
painful
sad
the-robber-bride
unequal-affections
unrequited-love
|
Margaret Atwood |
e9d3aa9
|
She had said he had been driven away from her by a dream...
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|
bitter
breaking-up
breakup
breakups
dream
dreaming
heart-break
heart-burn
heartache
indigestion
longing
love
sad
|
Joseph Conrad |
8caf5de
|
I had to get out of there for my face showed too much, the war in my body was dragging me down. My feet refused to carry me over to him again. The wind of my life was blowing me away.
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|
giovanni-s-room
goodbye
inner-turmoil
james-baldwin
leave-taking
life
sad
separation
|
James Baldwin |
3a7aba7
|
Truth is neither joyful nor sad, neither good nor bad. It is simply truth.
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|
good
joy
sad
truth
|
Robert Ludlum |
5900aae
|
"I've seen a lot of stuff... maybe I've seen too much. I see most humans in a bad light because I've seen what they can do, how evil they can be... I've seen the Holocaust and I've seen Jonestown, I've seen the Vietnam War and I've seen Hiroshima... I've seen the Chernobyl disaster... I've seen the World Trade Center attack... I've been alive too long, over a hundred years is a long time to be alive," Alecto sighed, staring at the cigarette he was holding."
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|
alive
chernobyl
death
disaster
dying
earth
evil
grief
hazardous
hippie
holocaust
human
jonestown
kami
lonely
nature
nuclear
personification
pollution
sad
smog
steel
vietnam-war
|
Rebecca McNutt |
bb144b3
|
Truthfully she felt incredibly miserable, seeing university students and tourists bustling in and out of the place with their cell phones in hand, texting like there was no tomorrow. Living behind a screen, they'd likely text with their last breath.
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|
cell-phone
depressing
digital-age
future
phone
sad
text
|
Rebecca McNutt |
fd330ed
|
I heard Tash say: Nomi, you're sad man. Get a grip. Walk away. What have I taught you? And I thought: You taught me that some people can leave and some can't and those who can will always be infinitely cooler than those you can't and I'm one of the ones who can't because you're one of the ones who did and there's this old guy in a wool suit sitting in an empty house who has no one but me now thank you very, very, very much.
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|
sad
|
Miriam Toews |
65e0530
|
And he isn't crying for her, not for his grandma, he's crying for himself: that he: too, is going to die one day. And before that his friends wil die, and the friends of his friends, and, as time passes, the children of his friends, and, if his fate is truly bitter, his own children. (58)
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|
sad
|
Nicole Krauss |
63ba007
|
"But we who remain shall grow old We shall know the cold Of cheerless Winter and the rain of Autumn and the sting Of poverty, of love despised and of disgraces, And mirrors showing stained and aging faces, And the long ranges of comfortless years And the long gamut of human fears... But, for you, it shall forever be spring, And only you shall be forever fearless, And only you have white, straight, tireless limbs, And only you, where the water-lily swims Shall walk along the pathways thro' the willows Of your west. You who went West, and only you on silvery twilight pillows Shall take your rest
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|
death
dying
forever
life
sad
war
youth
|
Ford Madox Ford (Ford Madox Hueffer ) |
6cc0f31
|
"I lost myself immediately in one of the books, only emerging when the phone rang. "Dashiell?" my father intoned. As if someone else with my voice might be answering the phone at my mother's apartment. "Yes, Father?" "Leeza and I would like to wish you a merry Christmas." "Thank you, Father. And to you, as well." [awkward pause] [even more awkward pause] "I hope your mother isn't giving you any trouble." Oh, Father, I love it when you play this game. "She told me if I clean all the ashes out of the grate, then I'll be able to help my sisters get ready for the ball." "It's Christmas, Dashiell. Can't you give that attitude a rest?" "Merry Christmas, Dad. And thanks for the presents." "What presents?" "I'm sorry--those were all from Mom, weren't they?"
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|
sad
|
Rachel Cohn |
8fcf453
|
These people all fling themselves at me. Because I am uneasy and sad they all fling themselves at me larger than life. But I can put my arm up to avoid the impact and they slide gently to the ground. Individualists, completely wrapped up in themselves, thank God. It's the extrovert, prancing around, dying for a bit of fun - that's the person you've got to be wary of.
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|
extrovert
fun
individualist
life
people
sad
uneasy
wary
|
Jean Rhys |
fb293ce
|
But this gives no proper idea of my feelings at all; and no one that has not lived such a retired stationary life as mine, can possibly imagine what they were: hardly even if he has known what it is to awake some morning, and find himself in Port Nelson, in New Zealand, with a world of waters between himself and all that knew him.
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|
loneliness
sad
|
Anne Brontë |
629d9a2
|
The heavy soul will not pass though the body is failing.
|
|
inspirational
j-r-ward
rehvenge
sad
|
J.R. Ward |
62bb2e1
|
I don't think I can marry, I'm not fit for it, I'm not real enough. That's the trouble. I'm a puppet that's realised what's wrong with itself and it's . I'm propped up somewhere all alone, watching the real people go past. I'm propped up crying in a corner.
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|
iris-murdoch
left-out
metaphor
misery
outsider
sad
single
the-message-to-the-planet
unloved
|
Iris Murdoch |
221abea
|
I crave for love, everybody does . . . and I've never had a bloody crumb of it--and I've given so much love to people--I can really love people, I can, I let them walk over me--but nobody's ever loved me.
|
|
iris-murdoch
love
sad
the-black-prince
unloved
unreciprocated-love
unrequited-love
|
Iris Murdoch |
fee74aa
|
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.
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|
pain
sad
sadness
|
Marya Hornbacher |
5322620
|
"Oh, I'm Chrissy Mackenzie, I'm from Vancouver but I came here to study environmental journalism," the girl exclaimed with way too much enthusiasm. "You got any advice?" "Search me," Mandy muttered, spooning another ice cube from the empty glass on the table in front of her. "I like pollution, I write in favor of it, and environmental journalism most often implies that it's in favor of all that "go green" hippie crap." "Oh, well...." Chrissy seemed taken aback, offended, and Mandy sighed a fourth time. "Damn it, I'm really sorry," she apologized, smiling dismally at the aspiring writer. "It's just been a really lousy day for me and I wasn't really thinking. My advice? Find your own cause to represent, not one thrown out into society by a ton of environmentalist dopes. Find something new, something you think could be improved, and work from there." Chrissy smiled with a look of total ecstasy as if the words of some nobody woman were important. Mandy momentarily noticed the groups of laughing, drunk, giggling people, all acting childish... and for a moment she wished she could be them."
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|
cape-breton
change
drea
drunk
environmntal
friend
gol
hippie
hope
ice-cube
improve
journalist
joy
nova-scotia
peace
pollution
sad
vancouver
world
|
Rebecca McNutt |
77981bb
|
between the disfigurement and the muzzle, it's nearly impossible to catch what she's saying. Always, though, while tripping and stumbling to the music, she looks out into her audience and tells the story about her mother. Most people laugh and yell for her to lift her skirts, but every so often she'll spot someone weeping and swear they can understand her every word.
|
|
sad
tragic
unaware
|
David Sedaris |
46cd001
|
"And again and again fell the word, like the ebb of a dying sea. "Good-bye."
|
|
figurative-language
goodbye
howards-end
parting
sad
simile
|
E.M. Forster |
d76d8ac
|
How could she trust this man, so imprecise with his words, to take care of the burial? To say there had been a loss was ludicrous; one lost a shoe or a pair of keys. You did not suffer the death of a child and say there was a loss. There was a catastrophe. A devastation. A hell.
|
|
grief
loss
love
sad
sadness
|
Jodi Picoult |
a1ffc5b
|
And with every step I took it became more impossible for me to turn back. And my mind was empty--or it was as though my mind had become one enormous, anaesthetized wound. I thought only,
|
|
grieving
james-baldwin
leaving
no-turning-back
numb
sad
sorrow
|
James Baldwin |
3ce82d1
|
It was hard to know how to play the game when the rules kept changing.
|
|
relationship
sad
|
Laurie Halse Anderson |
6505b14
|
It doesn't matter where I go, I don't want to be there. And then I get to the next place, and I don't want to be there either.
|
|
love
sad
travel
|
Laurie Halse Anderson |
2f19633
|
"On the way home Mary Lou said, "Some things are so sad you can't say them." But I pretended not to hear."
|
|
pretend
sad
|
Joyce Carol Oates |
69f91a6
|
The morning weighs on my shoulders with the dreadful weight of hope and I take the blue envelope which Jacques has sent me and tear it slowly into many pieces, watching them dance in the wind, watching the wind carry them away. Yet, as I turn and begin walking toward the waiting people, the wind blows some of them back on me.
|
|
giovanni-s-room
hope
james-baldwin
last-lines
sad
symbolism
|
James Baldwin |
cb18030
|
I'm sad now, the way we're talking is infinitely sad: faded music, faded paper flowers, worn satin, an echo of an echo. All gone away, no longer possible.
|
|
sad
|
Margaret Atwood |
5be7492
|
I took one look at his composed face and know he doesn't understand, because if he did understand, he would be weeping, too, for this boy who loved a world that never loved him.
|
|
love
sad
|
Marta Acosta |
a7191c9
|
"I've got money!" Eve exclaimed in a frantic frenzy of hope, her eyes dancing wildly with the notion that there was some way out of this. "I mean, I don't know what use money is to the Grim Reaper, but I've got a ton of cash! It's in a hat box under my bed! I've got a bright red Lexus in the garage, I've got my engagement ring upstairs, it's real gold... there must be something we can trade off with..." "You can't bribe me away, I'm afraid," said Mr. Azrael. "Money means nothing where I come from."
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|
bribe
car
cash
dead
death
die
dying
engagement
engagement-ring
frantic
funny
garage
grim-reaper
hat-box
lexus
money
sad
tragic
under-the-bed
weird
|
Rebecca McNutt |
97c866a
|
Where would we be without our painful childhoods?
|
|
depression
humor
humorous
pain
past
psychology
sad
sad-but-true
trauma
|
Rebecca McNutt |
1dc2fd1
|
It actually felt harder, not easier, to be with people. The toughest challenge was my face; maintaining a 'normal' expression was utterly exhausting.
|
|
life
love
moving-on
sad
wife
|
Marian Keyes |
6cb46bd
|
I will walk without noise and I will open the door in darkness and I will
|
|
death
everything-is-illuminated
life
sad
|
Jonathan Safran Foer |
be8bd96
|
Homelessness is a nationality now.
|
|
sad
|
Margaret Atwood |
b21f276
|
Once a partner has begun to lose interest, there is apparently little the other can do to arrest the process. Like seduction, withdrawal suffers under a blanket of reticence. The very breakdown of communication is hard to discuss, unless both parties have a desire to see it restored. This leaves the lover in a desperate situation. Honest dialogue seems to produce only irritation and smothers love in the attempt to revive it. Desperate to woo the partner back at any cost, the lover might at this point be tempted to turn to romantic terrorism, the product of irredeemable situations, a gamut of tricks (sulking, jealousy, guilt) that attempt to force the partner to return love, by blowing up (in fits of tears, rage or otherwise) in front of the loved one. The terroristic partner knows he cannot realistically hope to see his love reciprocated, but the futility of something is not always (in love or in politics) a sufficient argument against it. Certain things are said not because they will be heard, but because it is important to speak.
|
|
love
partner
sad
|
Alain de Botton |
35ca3af
|
"For some reason, I kept seeing it--it trembled and silkily glowed on my damp retina--a radiant child of twelve, sitting on a threshold, "pinging" pebbles at an empty can."
|
|
memory
sad
vladimir-nabokov
|
Vladimir Nabokov |
25c1661
|
Teddy wondered, and not for the first time, not by a long shot, if this was the day that missing her would finally be too much for him.
|
|
alcohol
darkness
death
depression
heartache
lonely
loss
mourning
sad
suicidal-ideation
|
Dennis Lehane |
42e3cb3
|
She had a sense of herself being brain dead: running on tubes and machines.
|
|
depression
lonely
lose
love
sad
weak
|
Caroline B. Cooney |
e96f218
|
Twenty years have intervened; for ten of them I lived and fought for Dejah Thoris and her people, and for ten I have lived upon her memory.
|
|
dejah-thoris
john-carter
love
passionate
passionate-love
romance
romantic
sad
|
Edgar Rice Burroughs |
6388a0b
|
We shall meet, but as strangers. It is the end of an era. A whole part of my life is torn away.
|
|
iris-murdoch
parting
sad
separation
strangers
the-end-of-an-era
the-green-knight
|
Iris Murdoch |
3c78923
|
"You've obviously never been in love." "I have actually. And . And--always--without hope--I've never had my love reciprocated ever."
|
|
in-love
iris-murdoch
love
painful
sad
the-black-prince
unreciprocated-love
unrequited-love
|
Iris Murdoch |
b4d2d3f
|
New York City is a phoenix rising from the ashes.
|
|
new-york
new-york-city
phoenix
phoenix-rising
sad
september-11-attacks
terrorism
world-trade-center
|
Rebecca McNutt |
8b00033
|
No matter how it seems now, I must confess: I loved him. I do not think that I will ever love anyone like that again. And this might be a great relief if I did not also know that, when the knife has fallen, Giovanni, if he feels anything will feel relief.
|
|
declaration-of-love
giovanni-s-room
james-baldwin
love
never-again
one-and-only
one-true-love
relief
sad
|
James Baldwin |
9d4262d
|
One last word,' I said in my horrible careful English, 'are you quite, quite sure that--well, not tomorrow, of course, and not after tomorrow, but--well--some day, any day, you will not come to live with me? I will create a brand new God and thank him with piercing cries, if you give me that microscopic hope' 'No,' she said smiling, 'no.' 'It would have made all the difference,' said Humbert Humbert. Then I pulled out my automatic-I mean, this is the kind of fool thing a reader might suppose I did. It never even occurred to me to do it.
|
|
lolita
proposal
sad
vladimir-nabokov
|
Vladimir Nabokov |
dc7e1e9
|
She rose too, not as if to meet him or to flee from him, but quietly, as though the worst of the task were done and she had only to wait; so quietly that, as he came close, her outstretched hands acted not as a check but as a guide to him.
|
|
doomed-love
sad
|
Edith Wharton |
5cf0cca
|
Some mornings when I wake up, it takes a long time to remember who I am. Like, it takes a while for everything that's happened in last month to download into my brain. It's nice, not knowing. Even if it's just for five minutes.
|
|
inspirational
sad
yourself
|
Scott Westerfeld |
f0bf99e
|
She felt intense disappointment, even a kind of guilt, as if she had missed something, perhaps forever. He had been there, she could have spoken to him. Could she call out now, cry his name? It was impossible.
|
|
finality
guilt
iris-murdoch
missed-chances
missed-opportunity
sad
the-green-knight
|
Iris Murdoch |
948182b
|
"I never said I was sad, I'm just pessimistic," said Alecto. "Expect the worst, that way you'll never be disappointed, Mandy Valems."
|
|
depressed
disappointed
expect
friendship
never
pessamistic
sad
worst
|
Rebecca McNutt |
c02bfd5
|
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.
|
|
sad
|
Gustave Flaubert |
ffe302a
|
"Mearth appeared angry and disappointed briefly, but then she just gazed at the ground. "...It must be horrible, feeling all alone, is it?" she asked. "Oh, not really," said Alecto, his eyes lifeless, his voice listless. "I'm going to be forgotten by someone who I can't forget, though. That will be terrible... but maybe it's better if she does forget me altogether."
|
|
forget
friendship
listless
lonliness
love
memory
sad
sadness
|
Rebecca McNutt |
089664c
|
But the spark vanished, there was no longed-for recognition, no dawning sign of recovery. The love she had learnt in tending him was an enclosed love, muted and maimed, already mourning. They would never communicate now.
|
|
iris-murdoch
missed-opportunity
sad
star-crossed-lovers
the-message-to-the-planet
unrequited-love
unspoken
|
Iris Murdoch |
d23a137
|
I was so happy that my mother, father, and two brothers had somehow found one another. Perhaps my mother and father have gotten back together, I thought.
|
|
innocence
sad
sierra-leone
|
Ishmael Beah |
1d7c738
|
Only sometimes at night when I think that you live now and are somewhere, I shed tears.
|
|
crying
iris-murdoch
parted
sad
separated
separation
tears
the-black-prince
|
Iris Murdoch |
33c175b
|
I'm not young. I've never had any youth.
|
|
burdens
iris-murdoch
old-soul
sad
the-message-to-the-planet
youth
|
Iris Murdoch |
369b352
|
If Tony hadn't been fearful, hadn't counted on the approval of others for his own self-approval . . . and so on, through a succession of hypotheticals leading to the final one: so, for instance, if Tony hadn't been Tony.
|
|
in-another-life
julian-barnes
regret
sad
the-sense-of-an-ending
what-if
|
Julian Barnes |
644075a
|
Tony had spent a great deal of time dwelling on whoever this poor Disney hostess must have been, not as a casualty but as a person. She never got to be an adult, he'd told himself in horror.
|
|
america-sings
casualty
debbie-stone
disney
disneyland
horror
sad
tragedy
tragic
|
Rebecca McNutt |
acfd3d5
|
I can pretend it's all pretend! I can be the life of your death and you can be the death of my life... what a trade-off!
|
|
life
pretend
sad
trade
trade-off
vow
|
Rebecca McNutt |
69fdbef
|
"No, it is better not to risk a second interview. I shall always look back on this talk with you as one of the finest things in my life. Really. I mean this. We can never repeat. It has done me real good, and there we had better leave it." "That's rather a sad view of life, surely." "Things so often get spoiled." "I know," flashed Helen. "But people don't."
|
|
e-m-forster
howards-end
never-again
once-in-a-lifetime
preservation
remember
sad
spoiled
|
E.M. Forster |
91d4ea8
|
It wasn't the same. I'm pretty good at making the best of things, but it wasn't the same.
|
|
different
end-of-love
sad
|
Lois Lowry |
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When I was a kid, I used to watch that show, sitting on the couch in my pajamas and wishing more than anything that one day I'd just change into this other person. I thought that would explain everything. You know, about why I felt so different. Then I'd find out that my mother was really an alien or that I'd been bitten by a radioactive spider as a baby and it would all be okay because I'd be able to fly and see through walls.. But it never happened. I just went on being me my whole life, until one day I realized that all those superheroes were doing was fighting themselves, and that getting to breathe underwater or shoot fire from your fingers didn't really make up for being screwed up in the first place. It was just the consolation prize - you got the great costume and the invisible jet for being a loser in everything else.
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depression
loneliness
michael-thomas-ford
sad
suicide-notes
superhero
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Michael Thomas Ford |
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In the dark, the little live Christmas tree, two feet tall, sparkled with tiny coloured lights, like the tears I saw glistening in my brother's eyes.
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sad
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V.C. Andrews |
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A Colder breeze lifted a dead leaf to the roof and sent it scuttling merrily on its way to catch in my hair. It crackled dry and brittle when Chris plucked it out and held it, just staring down at a dead maple leaf as if his very life depended on reading its secret for knowing how to blow in the wind. No arms, no legs, no wings... bit it could fly when dead.
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confinement
sad
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V.C. Andrews |
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He put his arms around me. We were both feeling miserable. How were we to know we were happy, even then? Because we at least had that: arms, around.
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sad
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Margaret Atwood |
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Out on the lawn, Bunny had just knocked Henry's ball about seventy feet outside the court. There was a ragged burst of laughter; faint, but clear, it floated back across the evening air. That laughter haunts me still.
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donna-tartt
haunting
laughter
melancholy
sad
the-secret-history
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Donna Tartt |
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A thought struck me: maybe I wouldn't ever be the real me again. Because the only thing that would snap things back to the way they were, would be if he had't died.
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life
love
moving-on
sad
wife
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Marian Keyes |
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When you get abandoned by someone, that's the moment when you've truly lost faith in them.
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melancholy
sad
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Nicholas Murray |
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"Sorrow comes with so many defense mechanisms. You have your shock, your denial, your getting wasted, your cracking jokes, and your religion. You also have the old standby catchall--the blind belief in fate, the whole "things happening for a reason" drill. But my personal favorite defense has always been anger, with its trusty offshoots of self-righteous indignation, bitterness, and resentment."
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baby-proof
bitter
emily-giffin
sad
sorrow
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Emily Giffin |
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"Oh, trust me Sydney Tar Ponds, you aren't the first Personification to be forgotten by somebody ordinary," Mearth sighed with a falsely-reassuring smile. Alecto stepped back from her, glaring hatefully. "Sydney Tar Ponds," Mearth added, "I've had so many ordinary people as friends in my life that by now I've forgotten all their names. At first it was difficult... very sad... to see them always leaving, dying, disappearing, ignoring, but after a while I realized that they weren't worth the trouble. I'd rather be in the company of other Personifications. At least they aren't always dropping dead like houseflies or sailing away to parts unknown. Nil sa saol seo ach ceo, i ni bheimid beo, ach seal beag gearr. Wouldn't you agree?" "No," Alecto told her. "I think you're insane."
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death
dying
forget
friend
friendship
housefly
human
insane
irish
loss
memory
mother-earth
ordinary
personification
pollution
sad
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Rebecca McNutt |
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"Goruyorsun ya, ailede herkes genellikle iyi. Oyleyse neden kucuk Isa bize yakinlik gostermiyor? Dr. Faulhaber'in evine gidersin masanin bir suru seyler tepeleme dolu oldugunu gorursun. Villas-Boaslarda da oyle. Dr. Adaucto Luz'dan hic soz etmeyelim." Ilk kez, Totoca'nin aglamak uzere oldugunu gordum. "Bu nedenle, kucuk Isanin yalniz is olsun diye yoksul dogmak istedigini dusunuyorum. Sonra da, yalnizca zenginlerin zahmete degdigini gormustu... Neyse, birakalim bunlari. Belki soylediklerim cok gunah."
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fairness
poverty
religion
sad
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José Mauro de Vasconcelos |
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"Dying," Morrie suddenly said, "is the only one thing to be sad over, Mitch. Living unhappily is something else. So many of the people who come to visit me are unhappy."
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live
people
sad
unhappy
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Mitch Albom |
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How much can you really trust the promise of a suicidal farther?
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promise
sad
suicide
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Ruth Ozeki |
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He was waiting, I think, for me to cross that space and take him in my arms again--waiting, as one waits at a deathbed for the miracle one dare not disbelieve, which will not happen.
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james-baldwin
sad
simile
starcrossed-lovers
waiting
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James Baldwin |
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From love's absolutism to love's absolution? No: I don't believe in the cosy narratives of life some find necessary, just as I choke on comforting words like redemption and closure. Death is the only closure I believe in; and the wound will stay open until that final shutting of the doors. As for redemption, it's far too neat, a movie-maker's bromide; and beyond that, it feels like something grand, which human beings are too imperfect to deserve, much less bestow upon themselves.
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closure
death
julian-barnes
love
platitudes
realism
redemption
sad
the-only-story
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Julian Barnes |
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I replayed the words that would forever haunt me. As would Adrian's unfinished sentence: 'So, for instance, if Tony . . .' I knew I couldn't change, or mend, anything now.
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irrevocable
julian-barnes
sad
the-sense-of-an-ending
unfinished
unfixable
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Julian Barnes |
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femelu could not understand this, her mother's ability to tell herself stories about her reality that did not even resemble her reality
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sad
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Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie |
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Much has been written of love turning to hatred, of the heart growing cold with the death of love. It is a remarkable process. It is far more terrible than anything I have ever read about it, more terrible than anything I will ever be able to say.
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hate
hatred
james-baldwin
love
love-to-hate
sad
terrible
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James Baldwin |
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On each piece of paper I found addresses, telephone numbers, memos of various rendezvous made and kept--or perhaps not kept--people met and remembered, or perhaps not remembered, hopes probably not fulfilled: certainly not fulfilled, or I would not have been standing on that street corner.
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james-baldwin
melancholy
regret
sad
unfulfilled
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James Baldwin |
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A sad, plangent music. In the British camp, Sharpe thought, they would be singing, but no one was singing here.
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camp
here
music
plangent
sad
sharpe
singing
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Bernard Cornwell |
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Stranno e, che vsichki greshki sv'rshvat ednakvo, che vinagi gi povtariame i prod'lzhavame s novi nadezhdi. Tsiala noshch khapem ustni, kh'ltsame v'v v'zglavnitsata s bezpomoshchen gniav i tv'rdo se zaklevame da ostanem samotni, a shchom s'mne, podnasiame dushata si kato nezhen balon ot ts'fnalo glukharche na nasreshchnite vetrove na zhivota i te go roniat i raznasiat. Ala koito spasi samo edno malko pukhche i go vnese na zavet, toi e spasil tsialata si dusha. Tova e gorchiva rabota, no koito ne obr'shcha nezhnoto tsvete na dushata si k'm vetrovete na izpitaniiata, dori tsialoto da go spasi i da go prenese dokrai, toi ne mozhe da pochuvstva, che izobshcho niakoga go e imal.
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cry
dandelion
feel
flower
life
live
loneliness
pain
sad
safe
salvation
save
soul
test
winter
yugoslavia
болка
вятър
глухарче
душа
живот
изпитания
плач
самота
спасение
страх
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Ivo Andrić |