#sad

Her beauty, her pink cheeks, and golden curls, seemed to give delight to all who looked at her and to purchase indemnity for every fault ↗

— Charlotte Brontë

#beauty

Business is as old as life. There is no living being that does not have a business. ↗

— Ifeanyi Enoch Onuoha

#america #business #dangote #ifeanyi-enoch-onuoha #life

My earlier poems were sadder than my poems are today, perhaps because I wrote them in confusion or when I was unhappy. But I am not a melancholy person, quite the contrary, no one enjoys laughing more than I do. ↗

— Anne Stevenson

#because #confusion #contrary #earlier #enjoys

You can not go back. That's why it's hard to choose. You have to make the right choice. As long, as you don't choose, everything remains possible. ↗

— Jaco Van Dormael

#jaco-van-dormael #movie #mr-nobody #possible #sad

Im okay Im okay now. But you really need to listen to me 'cause im telling you the truth I mean this im okay Trust me... Im not okay ...Well okay im not okay. Im not o-f cking-kay ↗

— Gerard Way

#emo #im-not-okay #mcr #music #my-chemical-romance

It seemed so good when it started. I gave my trust to you. I came to you open-hearted, Hoping it was true. Now I've gotten smart. Now I've learned some things. Now I know that what once was a start, Is just an ending. The longest good-bye I ever knew, The longest good-bye Was the day I said hello to you. ↗

— Heather Lynn Rigaud

#hello-goodbye #lbs #long-bourne-suffering #music-lyrics #pride-and-prejudice

When you're sad, my Little Star, go out of doors. It's always better underneath the open sky. ↗

— Eva Ibbotson

#sadness #nature

A grief without a pang, void, dark and drear, A drowsy, stifled, unimpassioned grief, Which finds no natural outlet or relief, In word, or sigh, or tear. ↗

— Samuel Taylor Coleridge

#depression #grief #sadness #tear #nature

Let us give ourselves indiscriminately to everything our passions suggest, and we will always be happy...Conscience is not the voice of Nature but only the voice of prejudice. ↗

— Marquis de Sade

#nature

You know all that sympathy that you feel for an abused child who suffers without a good mom or dad to love and care for them? Well, they don't stay children forever. No one magically becomes an adult the day they turn eighteen. Some people grow up sooner, many grow up later. Some never really do. But just remember that some people in this world are older versions of those same kids we cry for. ↗

— Ashly Lorenzana

#children #depression #kids #love #parents