#sadness

Is this what sadness is all about? Is it what comes over us when beautiful memories shatter in hindsight because the remembered happiness fed not just on actual circumstances but on a promise that was not kept? ↗

— Bernhard Schlink

#sadness #beauty

She wiped the black spilling from her eyelashes onto her cheek, and in that moment, I wanted, I needed, for magic to exist. I wanted to peel back her lonely skin and feel her sadness stare straight into the blue inside my eyes. I wanted and I needed it to know, that I, I loved her too, and my god I, I would fight for her. ↗

— Christopher Poindexter

#love #sadness #truth #beauty

That day we held our hands and each other was indeed a beautiful dream. But, we all wake up in the end. ↗

— Luke Blaise Pereira

#reality #sadness #beauty

Which scenario would be better to wake up from, a beautiful dream or a nightmare? For me, there is nothing more refreshing than to wake up from a nightmare and realize it wasn't real. Conversely, there is nothing more depressing than to wake up from a beautiful dream and realize it wasn't real. ↗

— John Smolak

#happiness #sadness #beauty

So as a seventh grader, no, you weren't friends with people you didn't like. But sometimes you also weren't friends with people you did like, which was complicated, and which didn't make any sense if you tried to explain it. Sometimes things just changed. That's where the sadness came in. ↗

— Lauren Myracle

#complicated #friends #like #sadness #seventh-grade

The boy was lying, fast asleep, on a rude bed upon the floor; so pale with anxiety, and sadness, and the closeness of his prison, that he looked like death; not death as it shews in shroud and coffin, but in the guise it wears when life has just departed; when a young and gentle spirit has, but an instant, fled to Heaven: and the gross air of the world has not had time to breathe upon the changing dust it hallowed. ↗

— Charles Dickens

#life #sadness #solitude #spirit #change

I loved him so much. It didn't change all the reasons we couldn't be together, but it kept me returning to his body, kept my skin seeking his skin over and over again in the sad dance we did. ↗

— Lisa Unger

#change

Never such innocence, Never before or since, As changed itself to past Without a word--the men Leaving the gardens tidy, The thousands of marriages Lasting a little while longer: Never such innocence again. ↗

— Philip Larkin

#expectation #innocence #sadness #war #change

Back then, come July, and the blazers would again make their way out of the steel trunks and evenings would be spent looking at snow-capped mountains from our terrace and spotting the first few lights on the hills above. It was the time for radishes and mulberries in the garden and violets on the slopes. The wind carried with it the comforting fragrance of eucalyptus. It was in fact all about the fragrances, like you know, in a Sherlock Holmes story. Even if you walked with your eyes closed, you could tell at a whiff, when you had arrived at the place, deduce it just by its scent. So, the oranges denoted the start of the fruit-bazaar near Prakash ji’s book shop, and the smell of freshly baked plum cake meant you had arrived opposite Air Force school and the burnt lingering aroma of coffee connoted Mayfair. But when they carved a new state out of the land and Dehra was made its capital, we watched besotted as that little town sprouted new buildings, high-rise apartments, restaurant chains, shopping malls and traffic jams, and eventually it spilled over here. I can’t help noticing now that the fragrances have changed; the Mogra is tinged with a hint of smoke and will be on the market tomorrow. The Church has remained and so has everything old that was cast in brick and stone, but they seem so much more alien that I almost wish they had been ruined.’ ('Left from Dhakeshwari') ↗

— Kunal Sen

#reminiscence #sadness #change

It would be wrong to refuse to face the fact that everything is fundamentally sick and sad. ↗

— Thomas Bernhard

#sadness #sickness #death