#sad

I thought about you all the time. I used to pray that you’d live to be a hundred years old. I didn’t know. I didn’t know that you were ashamed of me. ↗

— Khaled Hosseini

#daughter #jalil #men #sad #sorrow

My mind is the only sanctuary that has not been stolen from me. Men have tried to breach it before, but I've learned to defend it vigorously, for I am only safe with my innermost thoughts. ↗

— Christopher Paolini

#touching #men

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