Sadness Tone Novels & Stories

Since no one understood the pain of the deaf and mute better than her, she nodded and agreed right away. On the way to work, Thomas talked to Jessica a lot about his app and she also shared some of her opinions. She hoped that the app could convert words to voice based on the punctuation marks that the user keyed in so that they could talk with different emotions. If it was just a flat mechanical voice, it would be no different than a reading machine. It should be able to convey a message in different tones such as anger, happiness, and sadness. It should communicate the common feelings of a human being.

A sin that made him hate himself every single day. "I would change something in my past," he replied, eyes distant now. The tone of his voice caught her attention and she turned to face him. She noticed anguish breaking through his carefully placed mask. His eyes were two abysss of unspoken misery that seemed to go on forever. All traces of smile and mirth was gone now, replaced by a deep-rooted sadness that he couldn't express. He was suffering in silence.

Her green eyes, so similar to Serena's and yet so fundamentally different, shone with a sadistic glee and profound, heart-wrenching sadness. "I know this day will come...this is what I've always wanted for her..." Sirona mumbled like a mantra. "But why...why do I feel this emptiness? This cavernous void of sadness and regret at her being gone, just as I desired for so long?" her voice wavered with a strange undercurrent of loss and agony at odds with her victorious words.

~SAFFRON~ The sincerity in his tone catches me completely off guard, leaving me breathless. Before I can find the words to respond, he looks back out at the rain, his expression tight. “It… hurts badly when you lose someone that has become a part of you. Like your chest phy-sically hurts,” he says, his voice dropping into a gravelly, pained tone that makes my chest twist. “You know I thought it was over for me when my mother died.”

His voice softened, almost as if he felt guilty asking. This one came slower. My mind slipped back to the night I lost my parents. Their lifeless eyes. The loneliness after. The years of pretending I wasn't hollow inside. My throat tightened, my vision blurred- -and rain began to fall. Soft at first, then stronger, drumming against the earth. The circle filled with the smell of wet soil and the cool touch of water. "Sadness flows," He said. "It nourishes or drowns, depending on how you wield it."

I muttered, the words heavy with sorrow and resignation, my gaze sweeping over the bloodstains that marred my clothes, a stark reminder of the tragedy that had unfolded before my eyes. "Sir, you need to take it easy, you need to take heart," the doctor's voice reached me through the fog of grief, his words a distant echo in the storm of emotions raging within me. I knew his intentions were kind, but loss bore down on me like an anchor, dragging me into the depths of despair. "It's easier said than done," I murmured to myself, the words heavy with the burden of sorrow that threatened to crush me under its weight. I found myself sinking to the floor, my back against the cold wall, a solitary f

I was the worst person in the world I thought to myself. “I’m so sorry,” I said solemnly as I sunk down even more until I was down on my knees before them, slumped over as I felt the complete heaviness of Groban’s gut wrenching pain and sadness toward losing his mother. I felt like I was being crushed under the weight of it all.

She seems upset with herself, and my emotions echo hers. "Ugh," she groans loudly, and my ears twitch as I hear her anguish in the sound. I watch her closely as her expression changes from confusion to sadness within seconds. Her beautiful mouth dips into a frown, and her eyes feel with a deep sorrow that makes my heart feel like a weight in my chest. I have seen that face before...grief. She is grieving for the life of her human mate.

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.

It was just simply sadness. I strolled into the bathroom, my heart heavy with a profound sadness that seemed to consume me. It felt as if I were being slowly drowned, every avenue of air cut off, leaving me gasping for breath. My eyes stung with the sting of unshed tears, and my head felt weighted down by the burden of my emotions.