#sadness

Hearing him talk about his mother, about his intact family, makes my chest hurt for a second, like someone pierced it with a needle. ↗

— Veronica Roth

#grief #loss #love #missing-someone #pain

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. Write, for instance: "The night is full of stars, and the stars, blue, shiver in the distance." The night wind whirls in the sky and sings. I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too. On nights like this, I held her in my arms. I kissed her so many times under the infinite sky. She loved me, sometimes I loved her. How could I not have loved her large, still eyes? I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. To think I don't have her. To feel that I've lost her. To hear the immense night, more immense without her. And the poem falls to the soul as dew to grass. What does it matter that my love couldn't keep her. The night is full of stars and she is not with me. That's all. Far away, someone sings. Far away. My soul is lost without her. As if to bring her near, my eyes search for her. My heart searches for her and she is not with me. The same night that whitens the same trees. We, we who were, we are the same no longer. I no longer love her, true, but how much I loved her. My voice searched the wind to touch her ear. Someone else's. She will be someone else's. As she once belonged to my kisses. Her voice, her light body. Her infinite eyes. I no longer love her, true, but perhaps I love her. Love is so short and oblivion so long. Because on nights like this I held her in my arms, my soul is lost without her. Although this may be the last pain she causes me, and this may be the last poem I write for her. ↗

— Pablo Neruda

#sadness #love

We get more dangerous as we accumulate knowledge, and that's both a sadness and something to control, try to learn to live with, make terms with. ↗

— Lou Harrison

#both #control #dangerous #get #knowledge

Oh, sometimes I think it is of no use to make friends. They only go out of your life after awhile and leave a hurt that is worse than the emptiness before they came. ↗

— L.M. Montgomery

#loss #sadness #friendship

I sometimes use a lot of light greens and greys when I feel there is sadness in the painting. ↗

— Robert Ryan

#greens #i #i feel #light #lot

I don't know whether there is anyone else at all who remembers my noble father with such sadness. ↗

— Egon Schiele

#else #father #i #know #noble

There is no beauty in sadness. No honor in suffering. No growth in fear. No relief in hate. It’s just a waste of perfectly good happiness. ↗

— Katerina Stoykova Klemer

#fear #growth #happiness #hate #honor

Happiness does not create humor. There's nothing funny about being happy. Sadness creates humor. ↗

— Charles M. Schulz

#humor #sadness #funny

The girl I used to love is no longer a girl, and this saddens me more than our separation. It puts my own mortality vividly on display, in contrast to my eternally youthful memories. 
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— Jarod Kintz

#eternal #girl #life #love #memories

I wanted to keep looking at her because I wanted to never take my eyes from her, but still I had to lower my eyes, I was so ashamed that even now Jenny was reading my mind so perfectly. 'Listen, that's the only goddamn thing I'm asking, Ollie. Otherwise, I know you'll be okay.' That thing in my gut was stirring again, so I was afraid to even speak the word 'okay.' I just looked mutely at Jenny. ↗

— Erich Segal

#sadness #death