#sadness

There you go...let it all slide out. Unhappiness can't stick in a person's soul when it's slick with tears. ↗

— Shannon Hale

#happiness #sadness #tears #unhappiness #sad

I didn't know why I was going to cry, but I knew that if anybody spoke to me or looked at me too closely the tears would fly out of my eyes and the sobs would fly out of the throat and I'd cry for a week. ↗

— Sylvia Plath

#sadness #sad

I'd rather laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints. ↗

— Billy Joel

#sadness #saints #sin #virtue #sad

He awoke each morning with the desire to do right, to be a good and meaningful person, to be, as simple as it sounded and as impossible as it actually was, happy. And during the course of each day his heart would descend from his chest into his stomach. By early afternoon he was overcome by the feeling that nothing was right, or nothing was right for him, and by the desire to be alone. By evening he was fulfilled: alone in the magnitude of his grief, alone in his aimless guilt, alone even in his loneliness. I am not sad, he would repeat to himself over and over, I am not sad. As if he might one day convince himself. Or fool himself. Or convince others--the only thing worse than being sad is for others to know that you are sad. I am not sad. I am not sad. Because his life had unlimited potential for happiness, insofar as it was an empty white room. He would fall asleep with his heart at the foot of his bed, like some domesticated animal that was no part of him at all. And each morning he would wake with it again in the cupboard of his rib cage, having become a little heavier, a little weaker, but still pumping. And by the midafternoon he was again overcome with the desire to be somewhere else, someone else, someone else somewhere else. I am not sad. ↗

— Jonathan Safran Foer

#life

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 Ockler

#feelings #sadness #sarah-ockler #young-adult-fiction #young-adult-fiction

. . . owning a dog always ended with this sadness because dogs just don't live as long as people do. ↗

— John Grogan

#dogs #sadness #death

I couldn’t be with people and I didn’t want to be alone. Suddenly my perspective whooshed and I was far out in space, watching the world. I could see millions and millions of people, all slotted into their lives; then I could see me—I’d lost my place in the universe. It had closed up and there was nowhere for me to be. I was more lost than I had known it was possible for any human being to be. ↗

— Marian Keyes

#loneliness #sadness #family

Tragic tales rarely do make sense. ↗

— Gwenn Wright

#gothic #gwenn-wright #mystery #sadness #tragedy

I don't-" I shake my head. (...) "What? What were you going to say?" This is another trick of shrinks. They never let you stop in midthought. If you open your mouth, they want to know exactly what you had the intention of saying. ↗

— Ned Vizzini

#sadness #suicide #therapy #funny

Sadness and silence, two things I keep in jars in my basement that I label “Warning: Do not open. ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#sadness #silence #humor