I'd still thought that everything I thought about that night-the shame, the fear-would fade in time. But that hadn't happened. Instead, the things that I remembered, these little details, seemed to grow stronger, to the point where I could feel their weight in my chest. Nothing, however stuck with me more than the memory of stepping into that dark room and what I found there, and how the light then took that nightmare and made it real.
Sarah DessenTag: fear pain memory sad rape nightmare assault
She knew I could tell with one glance, one look, one simple instant. It was her eyes. Despite the thick makeup, they were still dark-rimmed., haunted, and sad. Most of all though, they were familiar. The fact that we were in front of hundreds of strangers changed nothing at all. I'd spent a summer with those same eyes-scared, lost, confused-staring back at me. I would have known them anywhere.
Sarah DessenTag: pain lost sadness sad rape sexual-assault
We often confuse what we wish for with what is.
Neil GaimanI was lost yesterday, I am found today and I will be forgotten tomorrow.
Santosh KalwarTag: life sad life-lessons
It were a grief so brief to part with thee.
Farewell.
Tag: sad goodbyes to-remember
These times of woe afford no time to woo.
William ShakespeareTag: romance sad to-remember
I'm lonely. And I'm lonely in some horribly deep way and for a flash of an instant, I can see just how lonely, and how deep this feeling runs. And it scares the shit out of me to be this lonely because it seems catastrophic.
Augusten BurroughsTag: sadness loneliness sorrow sad lonely
She smirks."Are you attempting to stop me, little one?"
"Excuse me? Did you just call me 'little one'? What are you? Like, four feet tall?" I ask.
Tag: sad heartbreaking kinda-funny
Someday, we’ll run into each other again, I know it.
Maybe I’ll be older and smarter and just plain better. If that happens,
that’s when I’ll deserve you. But now, at this moment, you can’t hook
your boat to mine, because I’m liable to sink us both.
Tag: love sadness sorrow sad sink someday
When I was a girl I would look out my bedroom window at the caterpillars; I envied them so much. No matter what they were before, no matter what happened to them, they could just hide away and turn into these beautiful creatures that could fly away completely untouched.
Patch AdamsTag: sadness sorrow sad butterflies caterpillars
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