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9fd2c05
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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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enriched
faking
lake
loyalty
magical
mirrors
sadness
sisters
sunshine
well-written
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Elizabeth Gaskell |
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316a08c
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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
pain
sadness
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Elizabeth Gilbert |
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197ca7d
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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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cancer
dying-mother
emotion
greif
lonliness
loss
mother
pain
sadness
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Annette Curtis Klause |
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c304280
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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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environmental-sadness
fen
landscape
loneliness
marsh
sadness
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John Banville |
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eaa94fc
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She left two mermaid tears, crystals with a bit of salt embedded in them, on his pillow.
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longing
mermaid
sadness
tears
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Jane Yolen |
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c08f47b
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"<>"
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black
colors
death
dela
funeral
goodbye
i-heart-you-you-haunt-me
life
lisa-schroeder
memories
misery
sadness
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Lisa Schroeder |
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463f1f5
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Darling, no one would ever dream of performing an operation on a child without testing it first. And no one in a thousand years would take a child's daemon away altogether! All that happens is a little cut, and then everything's peaceful. Forever! You see, your daemon's a wonderful friend and com panion when you're young, but at the age we call puberty, the age you're coming to very soon, darling, daemons bring all sort of troublesome thoughts and feelings, and that's what lets Dust in. A quick little operation before that, and you're never troubled again. And your daemon stays with you, only...just not connected. Like a... like a wonderful pet, if you like. The best pet in the world! Wouldn't you like that? (Marisa Coulter)
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daemon
dust
grief
loneliness
miss-coulter
sadness
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Philip Pullman |
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a8fab69
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We thought to weep, but sing for joy instead, Full of the grateful peace That follows her release; For nothing but the weary dust lies dead.
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death
emotion
joy
remembrance
sadness
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Louisa May Alcott |
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a26313e
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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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baf081f
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"That alas is the way it goes"; "Something we must rectify." Paul, not Caro, would interpret the degree of meaning in their respective lots. That had been decided, as he sat speaking intimately of his life to the person most excluded from it - in order to readmit her to the intimacy, though not the life."
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loss
love
mistress
sadness
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Shirley Hazzard |
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11775c1
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The doctor was a frequent visitor at Miss Trumball's establishment, preferring it to the Lanchester house, whose girls had a saturnine disposition in his opinion, as if imported from Maine or other gloom-loving provinces.
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maine
sadness
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Colson Whitehead |
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151c27c
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"My friend lost his mother when we were at college. I spent a lot of nights talking with him. Lot of nights." He pauses. "I know what it's like. You don't just get over it. And it doesn't make any difference if you're supposedly a "grown-up". And it never goes away,"
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sadness
sam
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Sophie Kinsella |
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e5bca87
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And, lying on my bed in some biscuit-colored hotel room in Nice, with a balcony facing the Promenade des Anglais, I watch the clouds reflected on sliding panes and marvel even how my sadness can make me happy . . .
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sadness
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Donna Tartt |
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4c4d50a
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When you get older, you think of sadness in a different way. You don't judge it so harshly.
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family-relationships
sadness
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Lori Lansens |
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c83f567
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Most unexpected was the sadness that followed on the heels of pleasure, like smoke from an extinguished candle.
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sadness
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Rachel Kushner |
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ec834ed
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Whimsy is the answer to tears.
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reactions
sadness
tears
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Rachel Kushner |
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746bfff
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My mother and I were on a plane. Before we left I talked with Elf. She didn't talk at all. I told her things would be okay, truly, that I needed her, that I understood her, that I loved her, that I'd miss her, that I'd be back for her, that being together in Toronto for a while would be amazing, that Nora was really looking forward to it too, that I understood that just because she didn't want to live didn't mean that she necessarily wanted to die it's just that that's sort of how that one goes, that she wanted to die the way she'd lived, with grace and dignity, that I needed her to be patient, to fight a little longer, to hold on, to know she was loved, to know I wanted to help her, that I would help her, that I needed to do some stuff, that mom and I had to go to Aunt Tina's funeral in Vancouver, that I'd be back, that she'd stay with me in Toronto for a while, a total break, that Nic was here now, back in Winnipeg, that he'd see her every day, that I had to go, that I had to know she'd be okay while I was gone, that I would bow down before her suffering with compassion, that she could control her life, that I understood that pain is sometimes psychic, not only physical, that she wanted nothing more than to end it and to sleep forever, that for her life was over but that for me it was still ongoing and that an aspect of it was trying to save her, that the notion of saving her was one that we didn't agree on, that I was willing to do whatever she wanted me to do but only if it was absolutely true that there were no other doors to find, to push against or storm because if there were I'd break every bone in my body running up against that fucking door repeatedly, over and over and over and over.
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grief
sadness
sisters
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Miriam Toews |
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cfd666e
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It was the ghetto. I had seen them before from the high altitude of one who could look down and pity. Now I belonged here and the view was different. A first glance told it all. Here it was pennies and clutter and spittle on the curb... Here was the indefinable stink of despair. Here modesty was the luxury. People struggled for it... Here sensuality was escape, proof of manhood for people who could prove it no other way... Here hips drew the eye and flirted with the eye and caused the eye to lust or laugh. It was better to look at hips than at the ghetto.
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despair
poverty
sadness
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John Howard Griffin |
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16b8a80
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It was more when things slowed down, during the parts when you were supposed to have fun, that my lack of friends felt obvious- on Saturday nights, when there dances I didn't go to, and during visitation... I spent those times hiding. Most of the other girls propped open their doors for visitation, but we kept ours shut.
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depression
dorm-life
dorm-room
lonliness
sadness
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Curtis Sittenfeld |
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2054f4f
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It ate at whatever was warm nearby, and then the coldness settled in permanently. You learned to live with it
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emotion
feelings
love
sadness
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David Guterson |
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fcd20e7
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The singer's voice is thin and fake, but it's pretty, and somewhere in the fakery is the true sadness of smallness and failure and believing in beautiful things that aren't real because that's the only way to get through.
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sadness
singer
singer-s-voice
singing
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Mary Gaitskill |
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ab3dc2b
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This man has the same kind of charm, the kind that suggests weakness, the kind that indicates how sad he will always make her feel. There is something dependable, unfailing in this sort of sadness.
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love
sadness
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Joe Meno |
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f9a4a81
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She knew better than to lose her head over a man. That was what was so humiliating: she knew better. Three broken engagements had taught her that a woman needed to keep her wits about her when dealing with the male species, or she could get seriously hurt.
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escapism
sadness
travel
wanderlust
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Linda Howard |
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5e3892b
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"His blank face communicated an emptiness that could never be filled" - Frank Balenger"
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sad-quotes
sadness
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David Morrell |
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84abc65
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"He strode with the weight of robbed innocence and a stolen childhood, for a life time of pain and anger, of terror and death." - Frank Balenger"
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sadness
sadquotes
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David Morrell |
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4cbbc26
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At a certain point he learned the smarter play was to avoid the things that brought you low.
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depression
life
sadness
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Colson Whitehead |
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bd0b333
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E um poema triste, e portanto um poema verdadeiro. Wyrd bid ful araed, diz ele. O destino e inexoravel. E wyn eal gedreas. Toda alegria morreu.
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sadness
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Bernard Cornwell |
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f5c47e9
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He did a lot of socializing. Sometimes I think it was like he was storing up company for the times he knew nobody would be around
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sadness
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Jon Krakauer |
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67a6049
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Je parle de cette douleur qui est tellement grande qu'elle ne semble meme pas naitre a l'interieur de vous, c'est plutot comme si vous aviez ete enseveli par une avalanche.
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deuil
grief
mort
sadness
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Rosa Montero |
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f3b6e97
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But while I fill up my mouth with prayers, they bring no comfort. My words rattle against each other like the last beech leaves on a winter branch, and though a hard wind scours the forest, it cannot free them from the bough; it will not lift them upward into the wide white sky.
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praying
religion
sadness
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Geraldine Brooks |
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bed7027
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Every piece of that marvelous world was a silent tear.
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magic
sadness
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Carlos Ruiz Zafón |
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d86fce8
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!Ay, que terribles cinco de la tarde!. !Eran las cinco en todos los relojes Eran las cinco en sombra de la tarde!
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love
sadness
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Federico García Lorca |
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2691fb4
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The sadness of life. That was another conundrum he would occasionally ponder.
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life
sadness
the-only-story
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Julian Barnes |