Sadness Movies Novels & Stories

“Please, Celeste never cries. She’s like a robot or something.” I manage another smile, but inside, I feel like I might crumble at any second. The movie starts, and the room darkens. Tamrin dims the lights, and everyone settles into their spots. I try to focus on the screen, but my mind is elsewhere. My chest tightens with every laugh Presley lets out, every time she leans over to whisper something to Tamrin, as if I’m the outsider here, the intruder. Halfway through the movie, Sadie shifts closer to me, nudging me with her elbow. “You okay? You seem… quiet.”

You had no choice? She shakes her head very slowly. A sad smile appears on her pale lips, but it does not reach her eyes. Those, a piercing blue, remain drowned in unfathomable melancholy. Then, finally, she raises her gaze. There is in her eyes a pain long held back, that of a woman who has learned to suffer in silence.

He said in agony, "So she thought that we were going to celebrate her birthday. Damn it! What have I done? How could I forget her birthday? I promised to celebrate every birthday with her. Not only did I not celebrate it with her, but I also suspected that she added peanut butter to the cake and made Maeve have an allergic reaction. Was she very upset when she came back to get her luggage?" The domineering mafia leader slumped on the couch, burying his face tiredly in his hands as he spoke to Alfred in a low and hoarse voice. Alfred hesitated for a moment before answering truthfully, "Mr. Cole, she wasn't sad. She was very calm and even told us to take good care of you and Mr. Jasper." Felix

I stuff it in my mouth as tears continue to flow through my eyes like a waterfall. "Do you realize you are gulping all the slices at once?" I hear Christopher asking. "Can't you see I am truly devastated by how good this movie was?" I retort immediately. "I never saw anyone as devastated as you gorge oneself like that." Amusement evidently laced in his tone. "I tend to eat more when I am sad," I tell him, defending myself in between the hiccups.

All the things I used to watch with Diaman. I picked one—some movie about a girl who gets her heart broken but finds love again. Perfect. Or terrible. I couldn't decide. I pressed play, sank into one of the huge seats, and took another drink. By the third glass, I was crying. The movie wasn't even sad yet, but I couldn't stop the tears. The couple on screen were laughing, holding hands, planning their future. "Liars," I muttered at the screen. "All of you. Love doesn't work like that." I poured another glass, my hands shaking slightly.

“What purpose would they serve? I have governed empires, waged wars, negotiated treaties that shaped the world. Entertainment of that nature always seemed… frivolous. Unnecessary.” For several seconds she simply stared at me, her expression a perfect blend of disbelief and sorrow. Then she shook her head dramatically. “That is the saddest thing you’ve ever said.” “I doubt that.” “No. It is. Movies are wonderful. They let you live a thousand lives in one night. They make you feel everything—love, fear, triumph, heartbreak—all without leaving the room. They’re strangers pretending to be other strangers, yes, but they show us truths about ourselves we’d never admit otherwise.”

We’d seen all the big tearjerkers… A Walk to Remember, The Notebook, Marley & Me… two nights ago we even got sucked into a K-drama, When Life Gives You Tangerines. So, I was confident. I wasn’t going to cry in front of him… Nah. I didn’t want to give him anything to tease me about. “Nope,” I said, trying to make my voice sound steady, confident. “I’ve seen a lot of romantic sad movies… I don’t cry.” He tilted his head, his gaze locking onto mine. That smirk tugged at his lips, faint but deliberate. “Hmm… tough. I like it,” he said softly.

"What about her?" "There's a poem written on the notebook she gave me on my dream last night saying, ‘With or without, it's the same. Family is a blessing-or not? Complete yet feels like broken; in a mess, in chaos. I should be thankful—or not? My heart, my mind-helpless. Atmosphere; sadness, anger, pain. What can I do? It feels like everyone is drowning to the brokenness and hatred. They’re hurting each other; emotionally, verbally. My heart keeps on pounding-pained. Is it better to be just apart?’ Finally,” he said. "Either you have a complete family or not, happiness seems unfriendly," I said.

His elbow is on his knee. “I just like how they love each other. It’s really unconditional.” I nodded and laughed at the same time. I never thought that he likes romantic movies. I mean, I’m judging based on his appearance. We just carried on with watching. During the sad scene, I tried my best to not cry. I’m shy that Ace will see me like this. I feel the lump in my throat and my tears are building up. This is why I hate sad movies, I can cry easily.

As I get to the lounge door I can smell my girl she's definitely in there, I open the door, and the sight that greets me is both the saddest and cutest thing I have ever seen! My girl is curled up on the sofa cuddling a blanket sobbing her heart out I start to panic wondering what's going on when In the corner of my eye I see Emily is doing the exact same thing, I look to see what they are watching and it all makes sense, my sister's keeper this dam film makes her cry every time! I feel huge relief that she's not hurt and look back at her, she looks up at me with tears filling her brown doe eyes and I feel my heart tug. "she's going to die, it's so sad Theo!" she sobs my way.