#sad

It's easy to smile just to make other people feel better. But when a person fakes happy, it has edges. Regular people may not see, but the people who count, they can see the edges and the lines where your smile ends and the real you, the sadness (me) or the anger (Grandma) begins. ↗

— Heidi W. Durrow

#sadness #smile #anger

true apothecary thy drugs art quick ↗

— William Shakespeare

#poison #romeo-and-juliet #sad #art

I wish I could say we all lived happily ever after. I can't. But I can say we lived. Our love for Nate lives, and he's left us this piece of himself in his art; it was his gift to us. We know him through his art, and I can take comfort in that. I guess the thing about high school is, it's the moment when you start to cross from a being a kid to being an adult, and this journey to know yourself begins. Nate's journey ended to early, and I thought I had to run away to some far-off land to start mine. But, for now, it seems to me that I have enough to explore right here. There's a whole continent to discover in myself, and I know that it's love - love for my parents, my friends, my brother, and my art - that will guide me. Love will be my map. ↗

— Lisa Ann Sandell

#cora #experiences #fondness #friendship #guidance

Millions of couples out there practiced the art of sadomasochism every day, without even realizing it. They went to work, came back, complained about everything, insulted their wife or were insulted by her, felt wretched, but were, nonetheless, tightly bound to their own unhappiness, not realizing that all it would take was a single gesture, a final goodbye, to free them from that oppression. ↗

— Paulo Coelho

#limits #oppression #sadomasochism #sex #sexuality

Sadness is the ambrosia of all art. ↗

— Frances Fong

#disgust #inertia #isolation #poetry #sadness

While art thrives on the blazing colours of scandal, literature blossoms on the dark soil of tragedy. ↗

— E.A. Bucchianeri

#artists #arts-and-humanities #books #classics #creativity

Fury ignited behind my breastbone , a hot glow like coals blooming into something sharp and dangerous. It was the same old crap- someone thinking they can push you around because you're young, because you're helpless. You had to just sit there and take it because you were under a certain number , because you weren't a real person yet; you could be picked up and dropped like a toy, left behind or thrown away... ↗

— Lili St. Crow

#sad #teen #true #life

A tear rolled down my cheek And more came down Until tears rolled down like a stream. My eyes were blind with tears for you. They washed my eyes till I could see. ↗

— Calvin O'John

#sadness #tears #art

In liberating Iraq, we have rid the nation and the rest of the world from the danger of Saddam Hussein. ↗

— Elizabeth Dole

#hussein #iraq #liberating #nation #rest

For each door of sadness that opens, there are a thousand means of shutting it... ↗

— Muhammad Adb Al-Rahman Al-Arifi

#happiness #sadness #courage