Sadness Quotes Novels & Stories

She questions, searching my eyes for an answer. “I'm sorry,” I began to bawl. “I just don’t even know. I feel so sad about Seneca’s future. I can't fathom watching everyone you love die, generation after generation. The same with Petra.” I admit my griefs and worries not even trying to hold the tears back now.

He looked me in the eye and shook his head. "Nothing. Go to sleep, why are you still awake? I told you to take care of yourself.. Why aren't you listening?" he asked again annoyed. I sighed. "I'm not sleepy.. I'm thinking about something." I said. "What again?" he said in a flat voice. "I read some quotes on g****e. And I think that suits you?" I promise. He nodded. "Then, share it with me." he said and I immediately followed. "Are all Singles sad? Why are all taken happy?

“I did not leave you; my physical form may be gone, but my spirit remains with you always. I am here to offer you solace in your time of need, to guide you through the darkness that threatens to consume you.” I reach out a trembling hand towards her, my heart aching with the intensity of my emotions. “I don't know how to go on without you,” I confess, my voice thick with grief. “You were the light of my life, the one who held us all together. How can we face this world without you by our side?”

I remembered our laughter, our tears, our moments of triumph and defeat. The memories swirled around me, a bittersweet reminder of what I had lost. I felt like I was drowning in grief, unable to escape the crushing weight of my sorrow. As I rocked Zane's lifeless body, I felt my heart shattering into a million pieces, each one piercing me with a fresh wave of pain.

[Apple] Despair is deeper than sadness--it is the feeling of no longer having hope. As I sob on the cold, hard ground, my body seizes with loss. What will I do without Sylvester? Is this little spark of life all that remains of my mate and our love? Will I end up like my mother, alone with a child, still in love with my mate but unable to be with him, mourning him for the rest of my life until I die of depression?

''Yeah I was drinking and--'' ''-- Come on don't do this to yourself," he cut me off. ''I feel like I've lost the most important person who valued me to be a good man and now she doesn't want to deal with me.'' ''That's not true. Look, Jay, you're like a brother to me and that last thing that I need right now is that you lose yourself. I can't and won't let that happen to you.'' My sadness is a hollowness. I can't tell you what's worse. Sometimes my hollowness is a shell, holding in a thousand oceans of tears. Sometimes I am somebody, somebody in pain and sadness. But sometimes I feel like a nobody, and I don't seem to feel. I don't seem to exist at all. I sat there, as I felt my heart crack

"If you spoke your mind, you would be speechless." "I get so emotional when you are not around. That emotion is called happiness." "Mirrors can't talk and luckily for you, they can't laugh." "Roses are red, violets are blue. I was born beautiful, what the hell happened to you?" "I'm not saying I hate you, but I would unplug your life supply to charge my phone." "You bring everyone a lot of joy when you leave the room." "Somewhere out there is a tree, tirelessly producing oxygen so you can breathe. I think you owe it an apology."

Each shared experience, once a source of joy, now carried the weight of longing, a testament to the void left by Sophia's departure. Sandra's grieving heart became a canvas where the hues of sorrow blended with the brushstrokes of cherished moments. The depth of her sadness was etched in the furrowed lines on her forehead and the glistening tears that lingered in the corners of her eyes. The room, once vibrant with the echoes of their shared laughter, now bore witness to a solemn solitude—a space where Sandra grappled with the absence of her dearest friend, finding both comfort and heartache in the fragments of their shared past.

She smiled"yes, I'm a little unhappy. But sadness doesn't mean you're depressed. When it takes a span of weeks and then months and into a years, its called a depression. Anybody can be sad. " "Everyone should be. "He said. "What do you mean? " He did not respond. "You're intentionally detaching yourself, Mr Cain. You are struggling to make yourself robotic to the things you're feeling for the situations around you. " "This is the much reason I doubt anyone's prowess to help me. " "Its my job. " "You're doing it poorly. " "God, cain-" "Mrs moorman? " "Yes? " "You mentioned my name. " "How so? "

"My sweet Diya, there are many things I want to say to you, many things I want to profess but cowardice has taken over me. Ever since you I met you, you have been a source of joy. Thank you for the copies, Emerson and the one on the way. You have been down lately and it worries me. It worries my wolf and saddens us that we can't help you, but remember, this is your home. I am your home, always run to me. Remember, my sweet love, that life is not perfect. As much as you love the happiness, give space for sadness, for downturns and for dismal, it will make you appreciate the joyous moments more and make you stronger. True happiness only comes after sorrow because you can not know what happines