Sadness Sayings Novels & Stories

Anger, pain, and sadness are fostering my soul. “I can’t handle this pain and sadness anymore. I am tired.” I said while I am inside of my comfortable room and having a bath. The water from the shower continues falling onto my skin that is giving me a cold sensation. “2020, why are you like that?” I said while my tears are still falling too. This year is a rollercoaster. You don’t know what will happen next. One thing I’ve learned from the past days, let the person you love feel how you love them so much because when they’re gone, you’ll going to regret every moment you have wasted.

His eyes, usually so guarded, were pools of unspoken grief, reflecting the dim light of the stars above us. I watched him, feeling a deep sense of pity and empathy. His pain was palpable, and it mirrored my own in a way that was almost surreal. “I’m sorry about that,” I said softly, my voice barely more than a whisper, hoping to offer some small comfort. The words felt inadequate, mere whispers in the face of such profound loss.

Distressed by both her mother’s death and her inability to piece the bigger picture together, all Sophia could do in the end was mutter, “…I… I’m sorry I didn’t spend more time with you before this, Mom…!” It was said that there was nothing sadder than having to experience the loss of a loved one, and the wails of sorrow that followed made it clear that that was the case…

"Promise!" No way... Could it be... "Lady marry said tomorrow your parents will go to pick you up. Are you ready?" "Are you sad?" "What are you saying? Of course, I'm not--" "Just because you're not crying, doesn't mean you're not sad. Just like how smiling, doesn't mean you're happy. Joy, I will never forget our laughs, our jokes, our smiles, our conversation, our memories, our tears, even our friendships we shared with each other."

Sarah replied, her voice heavy with sorrow. “Please…” I begged, feeling the weight of hopelessness settle in my chest as I realized there was nothing more that could be done. “I’m so sorry, I can’t...” Sarah whispered, her eyes filled with empathy and sadness.

Manager Sol’s grandmother muttered as she walked towards me again, but this time, she was gentle rather than excited. I felt the warmth of her hand as she caressed my arm. “Whatever it is that is burdening your heart right now that you don’t want to tell it to anyone, and you feel like your heart will burst in the worst emotion that you just want to be alone and scream… Just do it, honey. There is totally nothing wrong with being sad. Sadness makes the happy moments special, and without it, people will never know that feeling of being happy.” I was soothed by her warm and soft voice like she is talking to me deep in my heart.

She might know the details of my life, but I doubted she could relate to the tragedies of it. The idea of her sister killing her children flickered through my mind. Fine, maybe she knew a little about it. "Sorrow and grief are universal, even if the circumstances that bring them about vary," she said softly, her eyes dark with pain. "I'm sorry," I said. Now I was the one being a bitch. "Those thoughts were unkind. And from the view of your last statement, they were also untrue."

He stared at me for a second longer, like he was trying to process that I was actually there. Then his lips parted slightly. “She’s gone.” Just two words. But they landed like something solid in my chest. For a moment, I could feel his pain. I remembered how I felt when they had just broken the news to me that I lost her parents. “I…” My voice caught, and I swallowed hard, forcing myself to stay steady. “I’m so sorry, Frank.” It sounded so small, not even able to reduce the pain he was feeling. Because what do you even say to something like that? What words could possibly make it less?

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.

she cried, her voice cracking with desperation. “I’m so sorry!” I cried out, my voice thick with emotion. “I’m so sorry for everything, for being a bad sister, for not being there for you!” The words tumbled out, fueled by guilt and sorrow. I felt like I was standing on the edge of a cliff, teetering dangerously close to falling into the abyss of my own regret.