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I feel a sadness I expected and which comes only from myself. I say I've always been sad. That I can see the same sadness in photos of myself when I was small. That today, recognizing it as the sadness I've always had, I could almost call it by my own name, it's so like me.
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sadness
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Marguerite Duras |
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"Nesryn Sobbed, tugging and tugging. Sartaq smiled at her gently. Sweetly. In a way she had not yet seen. "I Loved you before I ever set eyes on you," he said. "Please," Nesryn wept. Sartaq's hand tightened on hers. "I wish we'd had time." A Hiss behind him, a rising bulk of shining black Then the prince was gone. Ripped from her hands. As if he had never been."
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sadness
love
sartaq-urus
sjm
nesryn-faliq
tower-of-dawn
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Sarah J. Maas |
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You wouldn't believe how much harder it's getting for me to just leave my studio. It's really sad. In fact these days the only thing that gets me outside is when I say: Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck you. Fuck me. Fuck this. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
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sadness
apathy
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Mark Z. Danielewski |
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"The next morning I told Mom I couldn't go to school again. She asked what was wrong. I told her, "The same thing that's always wrong." "You're sick?" "I'm sad." "About Dad?" "About everything." She sat down on the bed next to me, even though I knew she was in a hurry. "What's everything?" I started counting on my fingers: "The meat and dairy products in our refrigerator, fistfights, car accidents, Larry-" "Who's Larry?" "The homeless guy in front of the Museum of Natural History who always says 'I promise it's for food' after he asks for money." She turned around and I zipped her dress while I kept counting. "How you don't know who Larry is, even though you probably see him all the time, how Buckminster just sleeps and eats and goes to the bathroom and has no 'raison d'etre', the short ugly guy with no neck who takes tickets at the IMAX theater, how the sun is going to explode one day, how every birthday I always get at least one thing I already have, poor people who get fat because they eat junk food because it's cheaper..." That was when I ran out of fingers, but my list was just getting started, and I wanted it to be long, because I knew she wouldn't leave while I was still going. "...domesticated animals, how I have a domesticated animal, nightmares, Microsoft Windows, old people who sit around all day because no one remembers to spend time with them and they're embarrassed to ask people to spend time with them, secrets, dial phones, how Chinese waitresses smile even when there's nothing funny or happy, and also how Chinese people own Mexican restaurants but Mexican people never own Chinese restaurants, mirrors, tape decks, my unpopularity in school, Grandma's coupons, storage facilities, people who don't know what the Internet is, bad handwriting, beautiful songs, how there won't be humans in fifty years-" "Who said there won't be humans in fifty years?" I asked her, "Are you an optimist or a pessimist?" She looked at her watch and said, "I'm optimistic." "Then I have some bed news for you, because humans are going to destroy each other as soon as it becomes easy enough to, which will be very soon." "Why do beautiful songs make you sad?" "Because they aren't true." "Never?" "Nothing is beautiful and true."
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depression
sadness
heavy-boots
jonathan-safran-foer
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Jonathan Safran Foer |
24d59c7
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I continue to stare, my eyes missing nothing, remembering the moments we just shared together. But in all that time she does not look back, and I am haunted by the visions of her struggling with unseen enemies. I sit by the bedside with an aching back and start to cry as I pick up the notebook. Allie does not notice. I understand, for her mind is gone. A couple pages fall to the floor, and I bend over to pick them up. I am tired now, so I sit, alone and apart from my wife. And when the nurses come in they see two people they must comfort. A woman shaking in fear from demons in her mind, and the old man who loves her more deeply than life itself, crying softly in the corner, his face in his hands.
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sadness
love
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Nicholas Sparks |
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It is true that I am a person with black pockets of evil and hatred in my heart. There are underground places inside of me
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hatred
madness
sadness
hurt
teenager
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Lynda Barry |
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Then he thought himself unhappy, but happiness was all in the future; now he felt that the best happiness was already in the past.
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sadness
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Leo Tolstoy |
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A clown needn't be the same out of the ring as he has to be when he's in it. If you look at photographs of clowns when they're just being ordinary men, they've got quite sad faces.
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sadness
clowns
faces
photographs
appearances
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Enid Blyton |
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No reason to be angry. Anger just distracts from the all-encompassing sadness.
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sadness
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John Green |
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And why had Deb's last boyfriend dumped her? I dumped him. Maybe you didn't French-kiss him enough. I promise you that wasn't it. Tell me how many times a day you kissed, and I'll say if it was enough. Four hundred. Not enough.
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sadness
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Miranda July |
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For the first time in years, he felt the deep sadness of exile, knowing that he was alone here, an outsider, and too alert to the ironies, the niceties, the manners, and indeed, the morals to be able to participate.
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loneliness
sadness
outsider
foreign
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Colm Tóibín |
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I have emotions that are like newspapers that read themselves. I go for days at a time trapped in the want ads. I feel as if I am an ad for the sale of a haunted house: 18 rooms $37,000 I'm yours ghosts and all.
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poetry
past
sadness
ruins
ghosts
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Richard Brautigan |
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Strange that grief should now almost choke me, because another human being's eye has failed to greet mine.
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sadness
love
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Charlotte Brontë |
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He had been for many years, a quiet silent man, associating but little with other men, and used to companionship with his own thoughts. He had never known before the strength of the want in his heart for the frequent recognition of a nod, a look, a word; or the immense amount of relief that had been poured into it by drops through such small means.
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solitude
loneliness
sadness
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Charles Dickens |
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He sometimes wondered if she had become involved with him just so that she could cry in someone's arms. Maybe she can't cry alone, and that's why she needs me.
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relationship
sadness
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Haruki Murakami |
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I often wish I'd got on better with your father,' he said. But he never liked anyone who--our friends,' said Clarissa; and could have bitten her tongue for thus reminding Peter that he had wanted to marry her. Of course I did, thought Peter; it almost broke my heart too, he thought; and was overcome with his own grief, which rose like a moon looked at from a terrace, ghastly beautiful with light from the sunken day. I was more unhappy than I've ever been since, he thought. And as if in truth he were sitting there on the terrace he edged a little towards Clarissa; put his hand out; raised it; let it fall. There above them it hung, that moon. She too seemed to be sitting with him on the terrace, in the moonlight.
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marriage
romance
sadness
love
moon
imagery
melancholy
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Virginia Woolf |
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But as the years passed, he missed her more, not less, and his need for her became a cut that would not scar over, would not stop leaking.
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grief
loss
sadness
love
lonesome
missing-her
mournography
no-going-back
love-lost
heartache
missing-someone
miss
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Dennis Lehane |
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Il ne savait pas encore s'il souffrait parce qu'il suivait une pente et que l'avenir venait a lui sans qu'il eut a s'en saisir. Quand on s'abandonne on ne souffre pas. Quand on s'abandonne meme a la tristesse on ne souffre plus.
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suffering
letting-go
sadness
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Antoine de Saint-Exupéry |
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how anxiously I yearned for those I had forsaken.
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pain
relationships
people
sadness
love
unbearable
missing-someone
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Fyodor Dostoyevsky |
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Now Doon seemed to care for his new friends more than he did for her. Every time she thought about him she felt a thud of pain, like a bruised place inside her.
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loneliness
sadness
friendship
city-of-ember
jeanne-duprau
lef-out
people-of-sparks
sweet
longing
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Jeanne DuPrau |
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You don't know what it's like, when your best friend disappears.
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sadness
friendship
best-friends
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Scott Westerfeld |
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You ache with it all; and the more mysterious it is, the more you ache.
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pain
sadness
love
painful
suffer
mystery
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Fyodor Dostoyevsky |
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I am not sad, he would repeat to himself over and over, I am not sad. As if he might one day convince himself. Or fool himself. Or convince others--the only thing worse than being sad is for others to know that you are sad. I am not sad. I am not sad. Because his life had unlimited potential for happiness, insofar as it was an empty white room. He would fall asleep with his heart at the foot of his bed, like some domesticated animal that was no part of him at all. And each morning he would wake with it again in the cupboard of his rib cage, having become a little heavier, a little weaker, but still pumping. And by the midafternoon he was again overcome with the desire to be somewhere else, someone else, someone else somewhere else. I am not sad.
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sadness
life
love
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Jonathan Safran Foer |
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Pain could be killed. Sadness could not, but the drugs did shut its mouth for a time.
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pain
sadness
medication
drugs
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Colson Whitehead |
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Empty teacups gathered around her and dictionary pages fell at her feet.
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sadness
the-history-of-love
nicole-krauss
dictionary
tea
sad
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Nicole Krauss |
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There is much pain that is quite noiseless; and vibrations that make human agonies are often a mere whisper in the roar of hurrying existence. There are glances of hatred that stab and raise no cry of murder; robberies that leave man or woman forever beggared of peace and joy, yet kept secret by the sufferer--committed to no sound except that of low moans in the night, seen in no writing except that made on the face by the slow months of suppressed anguish and early morning tears. Many an inherited sorrow that has marred a life has been breathed into no human ear.
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silence
suffering
sorrow
sadness
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George Eliot |
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who journeyed to Denver, who died in Denver, who came back to Denver & waited in vain, who watched over Denver & brooded and loned in Denver and finally went away to find out the Time, & now Denver is lonesome for her heroes,
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travel
death
sadness
beauty-alone
impatience
insight
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Allen Ginsberg |
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Sympathy from strangers can be ruinous.
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sadness
the-blind-assassin
melancholy
strangers
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Margaret Atwood |
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Our sadness won't be of the searing kind but more like a blend of joy and melancholy: joy at the perfection we see before us, melancholy at an awareness of how seldom we are sufficiently blessed to encounter anything of its kind. The flawless object throws into perspective the mediocrity that surrounds it. We are reminded of the way we would wish things always to be and of how incomplete our lives remain.
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sadness
happiness
life
art
melancholy
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Alain de Botton |
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Because memories fall apart, too. And then you're left with nothing, left not even with a ghost but with its shadow. In the beginning she haunted me, haunted my dreams, but even now, just weeks later, she was slipping away, falling apart in my memory and everyone else's, dying again.
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reality
sadness
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John Green |
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lqd `lmtny 'nh mn lmmkn lstmrr fy lHy@ , wl yhm mqdr lHzn ldhy n`nyh
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sadness
life-lessons
noval
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Nicholas Sparks |
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A mist is rolling over the fields. Why is a summer mist romantic and autumn mist just sad?
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sadness
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Dodie Smith |
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Sometimes you have to get sad before you get happy 'cause otherwise how would you know the difference?
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sadness
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Maureen Child |
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"Yesterday it was sun outside. The sky was blue and people were lying under blooming cherry trees in the park. It was Friday, so records were released, that people have been working on for years. Friends around me find success and level up, do fancy photo shoots and get featured on big, white, movie screens. There were parties and lovers, hand in hand, laughing perfectly loud, but I walked numbly through the park, round and round, 40 times for 4 hours just wanting to make it through the day. There's a weight that inhabits my chest some times. Like a lock in my throat, making it hard to breathe. A little less air got through and 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 desk tick tick tick me not making a sound and 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. This is not beautiful. This is not useful. You can not do anything with it and it tries to control you, throw you off your balance and lovely ways but you can not let it. I cleaned up. Took myself for a walk. Tried to keep my eyes on the sky. Stayed away from the alcohol, stayed away from the destructive tools we learn to use. the smoking and the starving, the running, the madness, thinking it will help but it only feeds the fire and I don't want to hurt myself anymore. I made it through and today I woke up, lighter and proud because I'm still here. There are flowers growing outside my window. The coffee is warm, the air is pure. In a few hours I'll be on a train on my way to sing for people who invited me to come, to sing, for them. My own songs, that I created. Me--little me. From nowhere at all. And I have people around that I like and can laugh with, and it's spring again.
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lovely
madness
lovers
new-day
gratitude
drinking
joy
inspiration
sadness
music
songs
happiness
hope
be-okay
fine
panic-attacks
park
starving
panic-attack
chest
sound
ed
okay
self-destruction
wellness
grateful
hopeful
anxiety
alcohol
coffee
spring
well-being
art
singing
hurt
balance
sky
flowers
crying
focus
panic
sing
tears
walking
hopeless
recovery
sad
self-harm
smoking
mental-health
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Charlotte Eriksson |
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{ } heart was fathomlessly deep, long acquainted with humility, patience, sacrifice. His little home amid the roses was austerely simple; he knew the worthlessness of luxury, the joy of few possessions. The modesty with which he wore his scientific fame repeatedly reminded me of the trees that bend low with the burden of ripening fruits; it is the barren tree that lifts its head high in an empty boast. I was in New York when, in 1926, my dear passed away. In tears I thought, 'Oh, I would gladly walk all the way from here to Santa Rosa for one more glimpse of him!' Locking myself away from secretaries and visitors, I spent the next twenty-four hours in seclusion... name has now passed into the heritage of common speech. Listing 'burbank' as a transitive verb, Webster's New International Dictionary defines it: 'To cross or graft (a plant). Hence, figuratively, to improve (anything, as a process or institution) by selecting good features and rejecting bad, or by adding good features.' 'Beloved ,' I cried after reading the definition, 'your very name is now a synonym for goodness!
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mourning
grief
joy
goodness
death
sadness
science
friendship
love
burbank
luther-burbank
brotherhood
modesty
new-york
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Paramahansa Yogananda |
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What does life give me in the end but sorrow? What do love's good and evil send but sorrow? I've only seen one true companion - pain, And I have known no faithful friend but sorrow.
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sorrow
poetry
quote
sadness
love
love-quotes-and-sayings
quotes
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Hafez |
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I knew if I ate anything of hers again, it would lkely tell me the same message: help me, I am not happy, help me -- like a message in a bottle sent in each meal to the eater, and I got it. I got the message.
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sadness
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Aimee Bender |
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'n lHzn swf ytDl fy wqt m , Ht~ wlw lm ytlsh~ tmman , lknh b`d ftr@ ln ykwn shdydan
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time
sadness
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Nicholas Sparks |
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There was no waking from this nightmare, no comforting whisper in the dark that he was safe really, that it was all in his imagination; the last and greatest of his protectors had died, and he was more alone than he had ever been.
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sadness
darkness
lonely
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J.K. Rowling |
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Our own front door can be a wonderful thing, or a sight we dread; rarely is it only a door.
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sadness
happiness
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Jeanette Winterson |
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He did not know that the Old One was his father, for such a relationship was utterly beyond his understanding, but as he looked at the emaciated body he felt a dim disquiet that was the ancestor of sadness.
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death
sadness
science
apes
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Arthur C. Clarke |
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"Oh, Lady," said the woodcutter, "my hurt is overwhelming because it is someone else's pain that makes me cry."
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sadness
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Megan Whalen Turner |
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Living is like being chained at the bottom of a shallow pond with my eyes open and no air. I can see distorted images of happiness and light, even hear muffled laughter, but everything is out of my reach as I lie in suffocating agony. If death is the opposite of living, then I hope death is like floating.
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depression
sadness
life
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Katie McGarry |
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"An old walrus-faced waiter attended to me; he had the knack of pouring the coffee and the hot milk from two jugs, held high in the air, and I found this entrancing, as if he were a child's magician. One day he said to me - he had some English - "Why are you sad?" "I'm not sad," I said, and began to cry. Sympathy from strangers can be ruinous. "You should not be sad," he said, gazing at me with his melancholy, leathery walrus eyes. "It must be the love. But you are young and pretty, you will have time to be sad later." The French are connoisseurs of sadness, they know all the kinds. This is why they have bidets. "It is criminal, the love," he said, patting my shoulder. "But none is worse."
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sadness
love
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Margaret Atwood |
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I'd like to have a good long talk with you once you've calmed down. Please call me soon. Happy Birthday.
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love-story
lovers
sadness
tears
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Haruki Murakami |
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I feel impossibly sad and like I'll die, what can we do?
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sadness
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Jack Kerouac |
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Moonlight filtered in through the blinds illuminating their bedroom, but the bright glow couldn't penetrate the darkness that surrounded her heart.
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hopelessness
depression
sadness
despair
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J.E.B. Spredemann |
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Tell me, Nana, If for example we had been a love couple, Would a hug have been enough to wash away my sadness? Or then; does every single being carry this loneliness, like a burden? I wans't intending to monopolizing you I just wanted you to need me.
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loneliness
pain
sadness
love
nana
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Ai yazawa |
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Still, somewhere in the depths of ourselves we all harbor an ashamed, unsatisfied melancholy that quietly awaits a funeral.
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sadness
existential
melancholy
funeral
sartre
existentialism
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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He thought perhaps it was a woman's way, to come out of such a storm of emotion and pain as if she were a ship emerging onto calm seas. She had seemed, not at peace, but emptied of sorrow. As if she had run out of that particular emotion and no other one arose to take its place.
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tragedy
pain
woman
depression
emotion
sorrow
sadness
ship
devastation
numb
empty
way
storm
peace
cold
disappointment
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Robin Hobb |
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To distort our faces with joy, or wail and weep with sorrow, or collapse in agony, or wallow in sentimentality - wasn't an inviolable human trait but something we can lose simply by leading dull and dreary lives. 'A rich emotional life,' she'd written, 'is a privilege reserved only for the daring few'.
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feelings
living
sadness
happiness
life
numbness
emotions
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Ryū Murakami |
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Always remember, child... that to think bad thoughts is really the easiest thing in the world. If you leave your mind to itself it will spiral you down into ever increasing unhappiness. To think good thoughts, however, requires effort. This is one onf the things that discipline - training - is about.
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pain
thoughts
life-and-living
sadness
motivational
life-lessons
inspirational
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James Clavell |
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I was overpowered by the mere sensation of that dream and it alone survived in my sorely wounded heart.
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pain
illusion
dreams
sadness
heart
hope
lifeless
soulless
sensation
wounds
emptiness
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Fyodor Dostoyevsky |
3ae83aa
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fy 'wqt lHzn w l's~ s'Dmk l~ Sdry w 'hdhdk , w'j`l mn 'Hznk 'Hzny , flshy ldhy ybkyk ybkyny , wlshy ldhy yjrHk yjrHny
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sadness
together
novel
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Nicholas Sparks |
a58e0ae
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"I want her back" I said "I want HIM back"~Charlie"
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sadness
drama
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Ann M. Martin |
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My unhappiness precluded all else; unhappiness is a kind of narcissism, in which nothing that does not resonate with your unhappiness can interest you.
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unhappiness
sadness
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Caroline Kettlewell |
04b96d7
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"Oh, God," Wilhelm prayed, "Let me out of my trouble. Let me out of my thoughts, and let me do something better with myself. For all the time I have wasted I am very sorry. Let me out of this clutch and into a different life. For I am all balled up. Have mercy."
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sadness
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Saul Bellow |
72ca8f1
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Maria cries unashamedly on my shoulder while I whisper and pet her cheek, but Anastasia grips my other hand and stares fiercely back at our Alexander Palace with her wet blue eyes until it is no more than a lemon-colored speck against the sunrise.
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sadness
the-romanovs
tsar-nicholas-ii
otma
russian-revolution
home
russia
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Sarah Miller |
aa31137
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Nights without work I spent with whisky and books.
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love-story
lovers
sadness
tears
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Haruki Murakami |
cf82ee0
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I was sprawled out in my usual position on the couch, half asleep but entirely drunk, torturing myself by tearing memories out of my mind at random like matches from a book, striking them one at a time and drowsily setting myself on fire.
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grief
sadness
drink
drunkeness
fire
drunk
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Jonathan Tropper |
ff2e8c0
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Pity, I've learned, is like a fart. You can tolerate your own, but you simply can't stand anyone else's.
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humour
funny
sadness
pity
joke
sad
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Jonathan Tropper |
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You have entered an abnormal, lonely, and unwelcome new world where you are nothing but an island of sadness.
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loneliness
grief
loss
sadness
isolation
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Elisabeth Kübler-Ross |
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"The cloudless day is richer at its close; A golden glory settles on the lea; Soft, stealing shadows hint of cool repose To mellowing landscape, and to calming sea. And in that nobler, gentler, lovelier light, The soul to sweeter, loftier bliss inclines; Freed form the noonday glare, the favour'd sight Increasing grace in earth and sky divines. But ere the purest radiance crowns the green, Or fairest lustre fills th' expectant grove,
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nature
romance
sadness
love
love-lost
lustre
pantheism
forest
melancholy
sky
twilight
reminiscence
memory
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H. P. Lovecraft |
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If one bad thing befell me, I immediately linked it to every bad thing that had happened in the last week or might happen in the coming week. And when I became sad, I was prone to wallow in grief, piling up my woes and sprawling on them like a dragon on a hoard.
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loss
depression
sorrow
future
fear
past
sadness
woes
woe
complain
bad
bad-habit
befall
befell
happen
hoard
mourn
occurence
predict
tendency
wallow
much
occur
dragon
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Robin Hobb |
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You wanted to become a doctor to help people and feel better at the end of your job, I think, watching them, as the nurse takes my hand. But I don't think you do feel better at the end of the day. You look like humans have constantly disappointed you.
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sadness
doctors
medical-work
helping
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Caitlin Moran |
94f080a
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One always has to wait until the sugar melts, the memory dies, the wound scars over, the sun sets, the unhappiness lifts and fades away.
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sadness
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Simone de Beauvoir |
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This mournful and restless sound was a fit accompaniment to my meditations.
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suicide
mourning
depression
empathy
sadness
music
heartbreak
heart
love
mournful
ruminating
tradgedy
lost-love
thinking
regret
lost
nostalgia
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Joseph Conrad |
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She had quickly learned that to show unhappiness was to risk the loss of love.
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sadness
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P.D. James |
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My life was a wreck. I had nothing, no material possessions, unless debts counts. Fourteen pairs of shoes that were too small for me was all I had to show after a lifetime of profligate spending. I hadn't a job. I hadn't any qualifications. I'd achieved nothing with my life. I'd never been happy. I had no husband or boyfriend.
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sadness
self-esteem
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Marian Keyes |
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Every month there is a moon, gigantic, round, heavy, an omen. IT transits, pauses, continues on and passes out of sight, and I see despair coming towards me like famine. To feel that empty, again, again. I listen to my heart, wave upon wave, salty and red, continuing on and on, marking time.
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time
sadness
moon
space
sky
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Margaret Atwood |
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"My father once made us," she began, "keep a diary, in two columns; on one side we were to put down in the morning what we thought would be the course and events of the coming day, and at night we were to put down on the other side what really had happened. It would be to some people rather a sad way of telling their lives," (a tear dropped upon my hand at these words) - "I don't mean that mine has been sad, only so very different to what I expected."
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sadness
life
musings
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Elizabeth Gaskell |
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My tears simply broke through the fragile wall that had held them, and with a terrible feeling of shame, I laid my head upon the table and let them drain out of me.
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sadness
love
tears
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Arthur Golden |
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She's sure, absolutely sure, that what she's waiting for will happen, just the way she wants it to; and I'm so uncertain, so fearful my dreams will end up forgotten somewhere, someday, like a piece of string and a paperclip lying in a dish.
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sadness
uncertainty
forgetting
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Lois Lowry |
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I can't look people in the eye and tell them that they're going to die anymore.
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sympathy
empathy
morality
death
sadness
azrael
pale-horseman
scythe
grim-reaper
angel
eye
tell
look
dead
die
dying
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Rebecca McNutt |
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"People do not belong to others, either. How can the huincas buy and sell people if they do not own them. Sometimes the boy went two or three days without speaking a word, surly, and not eating, and when asked what was the matter, the answer was always the same: "There are content days and there are sad days. Each person is a master of his silence."
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sadness
happiness
self-realization
human-nature
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Isabel Allende |
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She has failed. She wishes she didn't mind. Something, she thinks, is wrong with her.
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sadness
life
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Michael Cunningham |
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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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future
beauty
past
sadness
music
heart
moon
everywhere
intense
ourselves
ever
feeling
deep
silver
ending
end
christ
sad
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John Fowles |
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Everyone dies alone, Eragon. Whether you are a king on a battlefield or a lowly peasant lying in bed among your family, no one can accompany you into the void.
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sadness
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Christopher Paolini |
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The flowers were beaten down, their bent-over heads bejeweled with diamond droplets like earring on sad, rich widows
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sadness
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Barbara Kingsolver |
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I was starting to learn how to forget the things that made me sad. It was like a charm you followed step-by-step, collecting and blending the ingredients, placing everything in its proper place. It was the magic of forgetting.
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sadness
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Francesca Lia Block |
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Thus with continued concentration and the expenditure of enormous amounts of energy he tried to keep himself from slipping into the vast distances of his unhappiness. It was all around him. It was a darkness as impudently close as his brow. It choked him by its closeness. And what was most terrifying was its treachery. He would wake up in the morning and see the sun coming in the window, and sit up in his bed and think it was gone, and then find it there after all, behind his ears or in his heart.
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sadness
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E.L. Doctorow |
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As awful as he could be, I always knew he loved me in a way no one else ever had.
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sadness
life
love
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Jeannette Walls |
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...He was wrong about the sadness though: far better to have it when you're young. A sad pretty girl inspires the urge to console, unlike a sad old crone.
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unhappiness
loneliness
youth
beauty
sadness
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Margaret Atwood |
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"...Do you think there's somewhere else, some other place to go after this one?" Mandy blurted out. "You mean when you die, where will you end up?" Alecto asked her. "...I wouldn't know... back to whatever void there is, I suppose." "I've thought about it... every living thing dies alone, it'll be lonely after death," Mandy sighed sadly. "That freaks me out, does it scare you?" "I don't want to be alone," Alecto replied wearily. "We won't be, though. We'll be dead, so we'll just be darkness, not much else, just memories, nostalgia and darkness." "I don't want to be any of that either though," Mandy exclaimed, bursting into tears and crying, keeping her eyes to the floor, her voice shaky as she spoke to him. "When we die, we'll still be nothing, the world will still be nothing, everything'll just be nothing!" "You're real though, at least that's something," Alecto pointed out, holding his hand out in front of her. Smiling miserably, Mandy took his hand in her own and sat there beside him quietly."
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time
grief
heaven
depression
death
imagination
sadness
truth
frightened
disturbing
grim
spooky
nirvana
funeral
purgatory
void
misery
scary
kill
dead
lost
dying
nostalgia
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Rebecca McNutt |
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'w tdryn y ft@ m lshq bm`n~ klm@ lshq? nh 'n ykwn lnsn nsnan wl nsn, w rjl mkfwfan `n mSy'r lrjl, fyHb wl ynl, thm ykhsr dynh fy sbyl ldh@ lwSl, fl ylq~ b`d khsrnh mnh l lSdwd w lnkl, thm yrh b`d dhlk w hy m`bwdth lmqds@, tD` knz Hsnh Tw`y@ tHt qdmy wHsh lyftrsh, bl lylwthh w ydnsh, w hy qryr@ l`yn rDy@ lfw'd
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sadness
love
الحب-الشقاء
torture
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Victor Hugo |
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He needed her so badly, to reassure himself of his own existence, that he never comprehended the desperation in her dazzling, permanent smile, the terror in the brightness with which she faced the world, or the reasons why she hid when she couldn't manage to beam... every moment she spent in the world was full of panic, so she smiled and smiled and maybe once a week she locked the door and shook and felt like a husk, like an empty peanut-shell, a monkey without a nut.
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loneliness
sadness
masks
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Salman Rushdie |
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"Why'd you want to kill yourself? Didn't you feel anything, or didn't it hurt you?" Mandy questioned, looking puzzled. "Yes, I suppose it did, ... it was strange, it was sharp, that's all I can think of to describe it... and cold, but not cold like ice, more like... I don't know, like something much worse, something horrible... and it seemed like the ground was falling upwards, becoming the sky... for a moment it made me consider that it was just a dream, that I was on some sort of drug, and then I remember being overjoyed to see the sky was still above me, then just really sad, really tired... and then I don't remember much else about it," Alecto told her, glaring straight ahead at the sky with narrowed eyes. "I don't mind, I'm not supposed to mind, anyway. Mearth already told me that eventually I would want to be dead, that it was inevitable... still, I sometimes wish that I could have done something good for other people in my life, it might have made up for all the bad stuff I've done."
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suicide
grief
loss
dark
friends
death
sadness
friendship
dysfunctional
swing-set
confusion
morbid
spooky
creepy
canada
help
friend
self-harm
self-mutilation
halloween
drugs
dying
nostalgia
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Rebecca McNutt |
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Heads: This girl Tails: That girl
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sadness
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Lisa Schroeder |
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The mere fact that Lottie had come and gone away again made things seem a little worse-just as perhaps prisoners feel a little more desolate after visitors come and go, leaving them behind.
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sadness
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Frances Hodgson Burnett |
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Looking for a thousand years is worth it, if in the end you find what you need.
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sadness
inspirational
succeed
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Scott Westerfeld |
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They say, Grace, why don't you ever smile or laugh, we never see you smiling, and I say I suppose Miss I have gotten out of the way of it, my face won't bend in that direction any more.
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sadness
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Margaret Atwood |
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I look for places like me: big, hollow, forgotten by almost everyone.
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loneliness
sadness
emptiness
empty
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Jodi Picoult |
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Joe closed his hand over the watch and it was still warm from his father's pocket, ticking against his palm like a heart.
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sadness
incarceration
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Dennis Lehane |
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"Happy?" asked Aquilina, with dreadful look, and a smile full of pity and terror. "Ah, you do not know what it is to be condemned to a life of pleasure."
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loneliness
relationships
sorrow
sadness
happiness
love
pleasure
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Honoré de Balzac |
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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!
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sadness
love
truth
revelation
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Robin Hobb |
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He swallowed down the dry choking sobs which had been heaving up from his heart hitherto ...
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sadness
resiliance
north-and-south
pride
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Elizabeth Gaskell |
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I remember staying to look at it for a long time, as one would linger within reach of a consoling whisper. The sky was pearly grey. It was one of those overcast days so rare in the tropics, in which memories crowd upon one, memories of other shores, of other faces.
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mortality
depression
death
sadness
dark-sky
grey-sky
overcast
morose
doomed
temporal
depressing
lost-love
pity
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Joseph Conrad |
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"You're a dead man". I hear his voice again, and I see the words on my face when I get back in the cab and look in the rearview mirror. It makes me think of my life, my nonexistent accomplishments and my overall abilities in incompetence. "A dead man", I think. He's not far wrong."
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sadness
loser
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Markus Zusak |
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'n lHy@ fyh lmsrt w l'Hzn , wlm ykn l'mr ystHq lTq@ lynz`j lmr mn l'Hzn , lys l'nh l mfr mnh wHsb bl wl'nh tnqDy 'yDan
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sadness
novel
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Nicholas Sparks |
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"How ridiculous that water ran out of your eyes when your heart hurt. Tragic heroines in books tended to be amazingly beautiful. Not a word about swollen eyes or a red nose. "Crying always gives me a red nose," thought Elinor. "I expect that's why I'll never be in any book."
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pain
loss
sadness
greif
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Cornelia Funke |
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We have talked about Suzy and about her last days, but it's as if our lives stopped then and there. If I say anything to him about feeling lonesome, he goes outside and does some little chore. I can't tell if he is secretly blaming me, or himself, or just too full of pain to talk. That was the one thing we could always do together. I wish for the old days. I wish for the struggling days and the days of Geronimo, and the days of birthing Charlie with no one but Jack to help me. How happy and in love we were then. I want to be in love again, but all I feel is darkness and shadows. Everything is changed and different
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loneliness
marriage
depression
death
sadness
life
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Nancy E. Turner |
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Mrs. Allan's face was not the face of the girlbride whom the minister had brought to Avonlea five years before. It had lost some of its bloom and youthful curves, and there were fine, patient lines about eyes and mouth. A tiny grave in that very cemetery accounted for some of them; and some new ones had come during the recent illness, now happily over, of her little son. But Mrs. Allan's dimples were as sweet and sudden as ever, her eyes as clear and bright and true; and what her face lacked of girlish beauty was now more than atoned for in added tenderness and strength.
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sadness
maturity
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Lucy Maud Montgomery |
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Was I prone to sadness and melancholy? How could anyone like that? It wasn't that I wanted it; it was that I was so used to hard rains, I couldn't help expecting a cloudburst every time something nice happened and sunshine beamed down over me.
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thoughts
rain
sadness
cloudburst
landry
pearl-in-the-mist
v-c-andrews
sunshine
melancholy
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V.C. Andrews |
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Well here we are, just the four of us that started out together,' said Merry. 'We have left all the rest behind, one after another. It seems almost like a dream that has slowly faded.' 'Not to me,' said Frodo. 'To me it feels more like falling asleep again.
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sadness
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J.R.R. Tolkien |
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But hers was a strange heart, sad in its very nature, and she could never weep and ease it as other women do, for her tears never brought her comfort.
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sadness
sad-love
grief-and-loss
tears
grieving
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Pearl S. Buck |
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How is there laughter, how is there joy, as this world is always burning?
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joy
sadness
life
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Jack Kerouac |
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Just because your life isn't as awful as someone else's that doesn't mean it doesn't suck. You can't compare how you feel to the way other people feel. It just doesn't work. What might look like the perfect life - or even an okay life - to you might not be so okay for the person living it.
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depression
people
human
relationship
sadness
happiness
life
perfect-life
feeling
feel
reflection
suck
comparison
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Michael Thomas Ford |
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"When I reach the end of one row, I continue straight on away from the barn and the farm and the road. I walk until I come to a pile of hay bales and plop myself down. The sun is bright and the air is sharp. In the distance I hear the lowing of cows. It's so peaceful here. "Merry Christmas, " I whisper to myself. "Merry Christmas, Nate."
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loneliness
sadness
hope
life
cora
nate
peace
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Lisa Ann Sandell |
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Sometimes, when the light starts to fade, I get a terrible feeling of loneliness, like maybe I am the only person in the world.
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sadness
middle-grade
realistic
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Kate DiCamillo |
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The New Your energy goes beyond anything you'll find anywhere else. It's too much for some people and it grinds them down, but it lifts up and animates the rest of us.
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individuality
inspiration
sadness
life
philosophy
knowledge-of-self
living-in-a-city
security
human-nature
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Lawrence Block |
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You see, there's some blues for folks ain't never had a thing, and that's a sad blues ... but the saddest kind of blues is for them that's had everything they ever wanted and has lost it, and knows it won't come back no more. Ain't no sufferin' in this world worse than that; and that's the blue we call 'I Had It But It's All Gone Now.
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loss
sadness
music
music-lyrics
depths-of-despair
r-and-b
despair
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Ken Grimwood |
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She got on a plane to see a client in California and somewhere over Colorado, the pilot somehow missed the sky.
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travel
death
sadness
vivid-descriptions
plane
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Jonathan Tropper |
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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
sadness
sad
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Marya Hornbacher |
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How badly arranged the world is. What is the purpose of ugliness, suffering, sadness? Why our powerless dreams? Why everything?
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suffering
world
sadness
ugliness
why
powerless
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Gustave Flaubert |
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Wearing an antique bridal gown, the beautiful queen of the vampires sits all alone in her dark, high house under the eyes of the portraits of her demented and atrocious ancestors, each one of whom, through her, projects a baleful posthumous existence; she counts out the Tarot cards, ceaselessly construing a constellation of possibilities as if the random fall of the cards on the red plush tablecloth before her could precipitate her from her chill, shuttered room into a country of perpetual summer and obliterate the perennial sadness of a girl who is both death and the maiden.
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loneliness
sadness
the-bloody-chamber
the-lady-of-the-house-of-love
vampire
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Angela Carter |
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His face looked almost as gray as his suit, and the pouches beneath his eyes looked like little bags for holding all the sadness that his head couldn't hold.
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grief
sadness
suit
broken-hearted
funeral
lonely
memorial
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Phyllis Reynolds Naylor |
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More lies, but maybe lies were better than the truth.
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sadness
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Scott Westerfeld |
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There is no cell culture for depression. You can't see it on a bone scan or an x-ray. Not everyone with depression will show the same behavioral symptoms.
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depression
sadness
medical-research
medical-treatment
wellbeing
pax-prentiss
passages-malibu
chris-prentiss
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Chris Prentiss |
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Depression can be due to a low endocrine function, nutritional deficiencies, blood sugar problems, food allergies, or systemic yeast infection. Depression can also result from medical illnesses such as stroke, heart attack, cancer, Parkinson's disease, and hormonal disorder. It can also be caused by a serious loss, a difficult relationship, a financial problem, or any stressful, unwelcome life change.
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reading
depression
sadness
cause-of-depression
passages-ventura
passages-malibu
addiction-treatment
addiction-treatment-center
chris-prentiss
quotes
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Chris Prentiss |
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We recognize that you've used substances to try to regain your lost balance, to try to feel the way you did before the need arose to use addictive drugs or alcohol. We know that you use substances to alter your mood, to cover up your sadness, to ease your heartbreak, to lighten your stress load, to blur your painful memories, to escape your hurtful reality, or to make your unbearable days or nights bearable.
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pain
live
memories
sadness
heartbreak
life
holistic-rehab
holistic-treatment-center
holistic-therapy
holistic-treatment
holistic-health
dependency
non-12-step
passages-ventura
pax-prentiss
substance-abuse
passages-malibu
addiction-cure
addiction-treatment-center
alcohol-abuse
chris-prentiss
drug-abuse
heartache
survival
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Chris Prentiss |
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He cries behind his wall, I think, and no one knows, not even he. And no one will ever know, and in the end he'll always be alone in smiling pain.
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sadness
melancholy
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George R.R. Martin |
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Desdemona, mourning her parents, was still imprisoned by the past. And so she stood on the mountain, looking down at the emancipated city, and felt cheated by her ability to feel happy by everybody else.
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sadness
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Jeffrey Eugenides |
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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.
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grief
loss
sadness
love
sad
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Jodi Picoult |
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Some part of me knew that was important. That once it would have mattered terribly to me.
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sadness
important
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Robin Hobb |
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In the world of the Machiguenga, sadness could be equated with anger, and anger was a perilous emotion, by which a foreigner could lose his life.
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emotion
death
sadness
threat
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Tahir Shah |
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Horror is a shock, a time of utter blindness. Horror lacks every hint of beauty. All we can see is the piercing light of an unknown event awaiting us. Sadness, on the other hand, assumes we are in the know... The light of horror thus lost its harshness, and the world was bathed in a gentle, bluish light that actually beautified it.
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sadness
harshness
horror
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Milan Kundera |
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Why am I made the way I am? Why do I care about all the wrong things, and nothing at all for the right ones? Or, to tip it another way: how can I see clearly that everything I love or care about is illusion, and yet - for me, anyway - all that's worth living for lies in that charm A great sorrow, and one that I am only beginning to understand: we don't get to choose our own hearts. We can't make ourselves want what's good for us or what's good for other people. We don't get to choose the people we are.
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understanding
people
sadness
life
love
lonliness
self
path
questions
reality-of-life
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Donna Tartt |
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"Why did you revive me?" Alecto repeated. "Well... uh, well...." Mandy hesitated, her voice full of sudden misery. "They say there are five stages of grief, you know... five stages. denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance. Not in any particular order. Anyhow, I denied your death, I was angry about it, I bargained with Mearth to try and get her to un-bury your site and I was depressed about the whole ordeal. One thing I just froze up on though was acceptance. I just couldn't accept your death. It was really cruel the way you died, and I missed you so much... Mearth, my parents, the cops, Dr. Pottie, they all thought I was crazy. When people think you're crazy, that label automatically dehumanizes you, because people can use it to discredit everything you say with, "oh, pay no mind to her, she's just this crazy lunatic with a dead imaginary friend." I just wanted to do something, anything to make it all go away, and I decided that I wanted to revive you."
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mourning
grief
loss
depression
death
sadness
friendship
bargaining
discredit
imaginary-friend
revival
dehumanization
death-of-a-loved-one
anger
denial
help
friend
crazy
lunatic
dying
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Rebecca McNutt |
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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.
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sadness
crying
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Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie |
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But I feel more real when I'm around her. Like I'm not fading.
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friends
sadness
real
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Scott Westerfeld |
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And it was at this time that Sir Myles died of his hurt, for it is often so that death and misfortune befall some, whiles others laugh and sing for hope and joy, as though such grievous things as sorrow and death could never happen in the world wherein they live.
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sadness
misfortune
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Howard Pyle |
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solitude is a sad thing, with no heart to which to confide your griefs.
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solitude
sadness
loveless
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Jules Verne |
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The act was an exorcism of relief for Florentino Ariza, for when he put the violin back into its case and walked down the dead streets without looking back, he no longer felt that he was leaving the next morning but that he had gone away many years before with the irrevocable determination never to return.
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sadness
love
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Gabriel García Márquez |
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I love the buildings. They're called skyscrapers. They're the closest thing to an ocean here. But it's an ocean that goes straight up, not flat out. They say that the body of water stretching away to the east of Manhattan is the ocean but it isn't. Not my ocean, anyway. It's weird because back home I just took it for granted, my grey-green sea. Now I have a granite ocean. It gives me the same happy-sad feeling I need sometimes. When I look straight up at the buildings I can feel alone in a good way. Not in that horrible way of no one knows me.
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sadness
happiness
skyscrapers
manhattan
home
new-york-city
ocean
city
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Ann-Marie MacDonald |
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An occasionally, I became very sad over that happiness, because I was well aware it couldn't last.
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sadness
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Hermann Hesse |
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To be a bear and love a she-bear, that would not be such a bad life, and would, at least, be a far better one than to keep his reason and his thoughts, with all the rest that made him human, and yet live on alone, unloved, in sadness.
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sadness
love
unloved
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Hermann Hesse |
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"One by one, the thoughts and memories of sadness raised their hands, stood up to identify themselves. I looked at each thought, at each unit of sorrow, and I acknowledged its existence and felt (without trying to protect myself from it) its horrible pain. And then I would tell that sorrow, "It's OK. I love you. I accept you. Come into my heart now. It's over."..."
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life
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Elizabeth Gilbert |
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I had never liked, even feared a little, this wild reach of marsh and mud flats where everything seemed turned away from the land, looking off desperately toward the horizon as if in mute search for a sign of rescue.
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loneliness
sadness
environmental-sadness
fen
marsh
landscape
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John Banville |
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Sabia ya que solo las viejas palabras servian: muerte, congoja, tristeza, pesar, sufrimiento. Nada moderadamente evasivo o medicinal. La afliccion es un estado humano, no medico, y aunque haya pildoras que nos ayuden a olvidarla - y todo lo demas -, no hay pastillas que la curen. Los afligidos no estan deprimidos, sino solo debidamente, adecuada, matematicamente tristes.
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mourning
sadness
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Julian Barnes |
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"Like Mom, Zoe thought-like Mom used to. And that's where they differed, for Zoe wrote quiet poetry suffused with twilight and questions. It's not even good poetry, she thought. I don't have talent, it's her. I should be the one ill; she has so much to offer, so much life. "You're a dark one," her mother said sometimes with amused wonder. "You're a mystery."
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pain
loss
emotion
sadness
dying-mother
greif
cancer
lonliness
mother
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Annette Curtis Klause |
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"If Molly had not been so entirely loyal to her friend, she might have thought this constant brilliancy a little tiresome when brought into every-day life; it was not the sunshiny rest of a placid lake, it was
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sadness
enriched
faking
lake
magical
mirrors
sunshine
well-written
sisters
loyalty
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Elizabeth Gaskell |
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...not to look back or feel sad about things, that home is wherever I am.
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loneliness
sadness
homesickness
contentment
home
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Donna Tartt |
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Last day I saw him human, he was sad about the world.
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sadness
life
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Aimee Bender |
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Understand something people, we will be hated by many in the name of Christ, ridiculed, mocked, stoned, slaughtered. We will be fined, jailed and killed for our love for Christ. You are supposed to see better with your eyes today, how close this is happening, just prepare your heart and soul to be braver than Peter and not deny Christ in the moment your life might be in jeopardy for Him and what you believe. Apostle Pauls says to live is Christ to die is gain.
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