#sadness

No matter how many times you do it, you don't get used to the sadness - for me at least - of coming to the end of a film. ↗

— Paul Thomas Anderson

#end #film #get #how #least

I feel a sense of sadness and joy. Mostly sadness though about what I've experienced and sadness about what others have experienced in reference to the stroke. ↗

— Luther Vandross

#experienced #feel #i #i feel #joy

The cure for anything is salt water - tears, sweat, or the sea. ↗

— Isak Dinesen

#sadness #the-sea #water #tears

Suddenly this defeat. This rain. The blues gone gray And the browns gone gray And yellow A terrible amber. In the cold streets Your warm body. In whatever room Your warm body. Among all the people Your absence The people who are always Not you. I have been easy with trees Too long. Too familiar with mountains. Joy has been a habit. Now Suddenly This rain. ↗

— Jack Gilbert

#defeat #loneliness #lonely #rain #sadness

As if one's capacity for pain had anything to do with life's apportionment of agonies, Mr. Kimmelbrod thought. Such idiocy. ↗

— Ayelet Waldman

#pain #sadness #life

That was the day my whole world went black. Air looked black. Sun looked black. I laid up in bed and stared at the black walls of my house….Took three months before I even looked out the window, see the world still there. I was surprised to see the world didn’t stop. ↗

— Kathryn Stockett

#sadness #tragedy #tragedy

The sky cries for those filled with sadness ↗

— Sonya Watson

#sadness #love

Sometimes when you are sad enough , your soul becomes ghost for you. ↗

— Irfan ishaq

#love #sadness #love

She wished it were evening now, wished for the great relief of the calendar inking itself out, of day done and night coming, of ice cubes knocking about in a glass beneath the whisky spilling in, that fine brown affirmation of need. ↗

— Michelle Latiolais

#coping #drinking-your-troubles-away #happy-hour #loss #lost-love

An old walrus-faced waiter attended to me; he had the knack of pouring the coffee and the hot milk from two jugs, held high in the air, and I found this entrancing, as if he were a child's magician. One day he said to me - he had some English - "Why are you sad?" "I'm not sad," I said, and began to cry. Sympathy from strangers can be ruinous. "You should not be sad," he said, gazing at me with his melancholy, leathery walrus eyes. "It must be the love. But you are young and pretty, you will have time to be sad later." The French are connoisseurs of sadness, they know all the kinds. This is why they have bidets. "It is criminal, the love," he said, patting my shoulder. "But none is worse. ↗

— Margaret Atwood

#love #sadness #love