Hands that never touch. Lips that never meet. The Almost Lovers, never to be.
Rae HachtonMots clés love romance melancholy sadness tragedy heartbreak lament breaking-up lovers-love-story lovers-sadness
She has been surprised by grief, its constancy, its immediacy, its unrelenting physical pain.
Michelle LatiolaisMots clés pain loss sadness grief lost-love
...she imagines her body curled in the narrow monk's bed, knees to chin, her own irrefutable geography, but she sees the blood of her futile heart seeping out over her chest and arms and legs, flooding across the rough wooden floor, down the narrow wooden stairs and out into the old soil of the garden. No roses, no, she does not even ask to make roses, just dissolution; most any night she asks just for that.
Michelle LatiolaisMots clés loss sadness grief emptiness oblivion lost-love grieving emotional-pain
For all her culture's attention to the physical, it seemingly has little to salve the creatural anguish of losing someone else's body, their touch, their heat, their oceanic heart...she doesn't want another body, she wants the body she loved, the forceps scar across his cheek that she traced with her hand, his penis, its elegant sweep to the side, the preternaturally soft skin. One wants what one has loved, not the idea of love.
Michelle LatiolaisMots clés loss sadness loneliness mourning grief longing lost-love
She wished it were evening now, wished for the great relief of the calendar inking itself out, of day done and night coming, of ice cubes knocking about in a glass beneath the whisky spilling in, that fine brown affirmation of need.
Michelle LatiolaisMots clés loss sadness coping lost-love cocktail-hour drinking-your-troubles-away happy-hour
There was no helping her tears. For they would leave Po behind… She cried into his shoulder like a child. Ashamed of herself, for it was only a parting, and Bitterblue had not wept like this even over a death.
‘Don’t be ashamed,' Po whispered. ‘Your sadness is dear to me. Don’t be frightened. I won’t die, Katsa. I won’t die, and we’ll meet again.
Mots clés sadness crying parting
Booze makes you stupid and like it. It makes you fall around and not care. And eventually, stupid is the only way you know how to be. Cocaine makes you feel important, that life matters, that you matter. That the music is better than it really is. That every conversation
is profound and that all pretenses have been stripped away. Ecstasy makes you dance all night and love your friends so much, in a way that you've never been able to tell them about before. Acid makes you see pretty colours and makes things breathe. But Sadness, there is nothing like Sadness.
Mots clés sadness drugs emotion alcohol
The death of loved ones often awakens the death inside of us.
Sandra Chami KassisMots clés wisdom life inspirational sadness death dead grief
I am so sad. I am so sad it makes me heavier than the sum of my parts. I shift, restless, but it doesn’t help. It’s like—time. All this time in here is on me, has its hooks in me. Maybe if I sleep more, I’ll wake up and I’ll feel different, but I can’t. The storm is really happening now and it makes the room feel emptier. Makes me feel emptier.
Courtney SummersHorror is a feeling that cannot last long; human nature is incapable of supporting it. Sadness, whether it be from bereavement, or disappointment, or misfortune of any kind may linger on through life
James De MilleMots clés sadness horror disappointment bereavement misfortune
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