And when I looked outside the window, something inside of me churned, swallowing hard I looked up and saw blue. I squeezed my eyes shut, holding back the tears and emotions that were swelling inside of me. And then I realized, the only time that I could feel anything at all, was when I could feel him.
Everance CaiserTags: love sadness heartbreak love-hurts
I stood beside the U-Haul, and I just watched her. I stared at her while she looked on with the saddest look in her eyes. I wanted to know what she was thinking about, what was going on in her head. What had mad her so sad? I wanted to hug her so bad. When she finally got out of the U-Haul and I introduced myself to her, it took all I had to let go of her hand. I wanted to hold on to it forever. I wanted to let her know that she wasn't alone. Whatever burden it was that she was carrying around, I wanted to carry it for her. I wish I could, Lake. I wish I could take it all away. Unfortunately, that's not how it works. It doesn't just go away.
Colleen HooverTags: sadness death burden slammed layken-cohen will-cooper
Tragic tales rarely do make sense.
Gwenn WrightTags: sadness tragedy mystery gothic young-adult ya family-saga yalit von-strassenberg gwenn-wright viktor-von-strassenberg
When I’d confronted him, he’d left me and, like a parasite finding a fresh host, moved in with her.
Fleur GaskinTags: sadness relationships depression break-up
Living is like being chained at the bottom of a shallow pond with my eyes open and no air. I can see distorted images of happiness and light, even hear muffled laughter, but everything is out of my reach as I lie in suffocating agony. If death is the opposite of living, then I hope death is like floating.
Katie McGarryTags: life sadness death depression
Why did I always end up loving the person who hurt me the most? Why was love so cruel?
J.C. ReedTags: love inspiration romance sadness heartbreak seperation
Because my life is empty window of nothingness punctuated by meaningless details of totally mundane non-events.
M. Beth BloomHe wasn't mad, he was sad.
Lionel ShriverTags: sadness pathos lionel-shriver
There was nothing particularly intimate about the way they sat, but something about the scene made Gansey feel strange, like he’d heard an unpleasant statement and later forgotten everything about the words but the way they had made him feel.
Maggie StiefvaterTags: sadness
In such a person, sadness breeds purpose; finding inspiration in the darkness and often times, I believe, they will impress a hell onto their own lives in order to re-create it, that others might suffer the experience from the comfort of their armchairs. - Quote from Her Past's Present.
Michael PoeltlTags: art purpose sadness life-and-living artist depression paranormal life-philosophy her-past-s-present writer-thoughts
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