How do you go to your own house when something has gone bad on the inside, when it doesn't seem like your place to live anymore, when you almost cannot recall living there although it was the place you mostly ate and slept for all your grown-up life? Try to remember two or three things about living there. Try to remember cooking one meal.
William KittredgeTag: loss sadness home sorrow william-kittredge
She was like a lone angel floating above the surface of the earth, laughing with delight because she could fly but crying out of loneliness.
Markus ZusakTag: laughter sadness loneliness
The worst type of crying wasn't the kind everyone could see--the wailing on street corners, the tearing at clothes. No, the worst kind happened when your soul wept and no matter what you did, there was no way to comfort it. A section withered and became a scar on the part of your soul that survived. For people like me and Echo, our souls contained more scar tissue than life.
Katie McGarryTag: pain sadness hurt crying grief depression
I saw the world in black and white instead of the vibrant colours and shades I knew existed.
Katie McGarryTag: sadness grief depression
When she woke up crying for one of her nightmares, the Kolker would stay with her, brush her hair with his hands, collect her tears in thimbles for her to drink the next morning (The only way to overcome sadness is to consume it, he said), and more than that: once her eyes closed and she fell back asleep, he was left to bear the insomnia. There was a complete transfer, like a speeding billiard ball colliding with a resting one. Should Brod feel depressed - she was always depressed - the Kolker would sit with her until he could convince her that it’s OK. It is. Really. And when she would move on with her day, he would stay behind, paralysed with a grief he couldn’t name and that wasn’t his. Should Brod become sick, it was the Kolker that would be bedridden by week’s end. Should Brod feel bored, knowing too many languages, too many facts, with too much knowledge to be happy, the Kolker would stay up all night studying her books, studying the pictures, so the next day he could try to make the kind of small talk that would please his young wife.
Jonathan Safran FoerTag: love sadness nightmares
Nemoj budit odsanjane snove, nek miruje ono čega ne bi. Odveć rano zamoren životom,samo čemer osjećam u sebi.
Sergei YeseninTag: life sadness russian sergej-jesenjin
I'm not sure if you even want me around or if you just feel sorry for me. I'm not sure of anything.
Sarah OcklerTag: sadness feelings feeling young-adult-fiction sarah-ockler
All my joys resemble more a momentary intoxication than the real gold of happiness. It was all but an illusion.
Richard von Krafft-EbingTag: happiness sadness joy illusion depression breakup depair
I have fooled life and life has fooled me. We are quits. I say good-bye. Think sometimes in the hour of happiness of your poor, comical fool who loved you truly and so well.
Richard von Krafft-EbingTag: life love sadness suicide letter goodbye breakup
He smiles sadly. "Now I know my destiny."
"What is it?"
"This."
He draws me in to him in a kiss. His lips are warm. He pulls me tighter in his embrace. The roots sigh and release their hold on my waist and the wound in my side is healed. "Kartik," I cry, kissing his cheeks. "It's let me go."
"That's good," he says. He makes a small cry. His back arches, and every muscle in his body tightens.
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