#sadness

Because pieces of your heart clearly weigh more when they're sitting shattered at the bottom of your stomach. ↗

— Heather Brewer

#love #sadness #love

I shot up,now as angry and frusterated as him.I had a feeling if i stayed, we'd both snap. In and undertone, I murmured,"this isnt over.i won't give up on you." " I've given up on you,"he said back,voice also soft. "Love fades. Mine has. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#love #sadness #truth #anger

...she had wondered which was worse: the sudden good-bye you know is a good-bye or the long good-bye you have to guess. ↗

— Rachel Simon

#sadness-love #beauty

my life is just waiting for you to get started. ↗

— Nina LaCour

#love #sadness #life

The BBC is part of the glue which binds the United Kingdom together. At those times of national moment - of joy or sadness, in the UK or around the world, at times when the nation wants to celebrate, mourn or just enjoy itself people turn to the BBC. ↗

— Gavyn Davies

#bbc #binds #celebrate #enjoy #glue

I know what it's like to have someone coming home who looks at you not in the way they used to in the old days, and I've seen my own face contorted with sadness and rage in the mirror. ↗

— Jane Birkin

#coming home #days #face #home #i

Most poets in their youth begin in adolescent sadness. I find it more rewarding to end in gladness. ↗

— James Broughton

#begin #end #find #gladness #i

We all have sadness in our life and things that we can draw upon. ↗

— Sherilyn Fenn

#life #our #sadness #things #upon

Will I begin it? said Doyler laughing. That's all that's in it, he laughing said. Oh sure that grin. Oh sure that wonderful saucerful grin. Jim sat on the grass and he plucked at the blades. He knew for certain sure that Doyler would be turning from him again. He said, You'll be walking away from me soon, won't you now? There was no answer. Jim plucked the grass and stared beyond where the waves broke on the island shore. He said, I wish you wouldn't Doyler. It does break my heart when you walk away. Old pal o' me heart, said Doyler. But already he had turned, and he was walking away. Walking that slow dreadful slope with never a leaf or a stone. Walking; and though Jim tried to keep pace, e could not, and sometimes he called out, Doyler! Doyler! but he never heard or he did not heed, only farther and farther he walked away. And when Jim woke from these dreams, if he did not remember, he knew he had dreamt, for the feeling inside him of not feeling at all. And it was hard then to make his day. ↗

— Jamie O'Neill

#love #poignant #sadness #dreams

The great sadness of my life is that I never achieved the hour newscast, which would not have been twice as good as the half-hour newscast, but many times as good. ↗

— Walter Cronkite

#been #good #great #half-hour #hour