His twin brother died, and rather than assume he felt sad, I imagined he felt like an individual. Finally, he was one of one, not one of two.
In the moonlight which is always sad, as the light of the sun itself is--as the light called human life is--at its coming and its going.
How little our careers express what lies in us, and yet how much time they take up. It's sad, really.
We're cool," I say calmly, although I feel something else. I feel... sad. Like I've lost something I never quite had.
Birds sing even when the world is filled with sadness. I don't know why people can't do the same thing.
....you can overcome sadness, loneliness, even terrible loss. But guilt goes with you the grave.
All that sadness. All that anger. It is the smoke that gets into your eyes. If you do not blow it away, how can you hope to see?
There was something vaguely sad about the rock. It was as old as it looked, standing weathered and lonely amidst the stretch of sand, and its thoughts were quiet as it listened to the waves.
You could've at least let me know you weren't dead by the way. I was actually kind of sad about that." "That's a pretty incredible sentiment, coming from you.
I thought of Shelley in the hospital, how she said sometimes sadness only looked like anger and judgment. Maybe fear did too.
I like glad-handing, because I hate handshakes that are sad. That’s why I’d make a great politician—because I wouldn’t shake hands with a lobbyist.
I’ll give you a glass of wine, if you give me a few drops of water from your eyes. I’m thirsty for your sadness.
Darkness all around, smoke in between my fingers, all you have given me dear, sorrow and sadness to sing here.
And maybe that was how it was supposed to be...Joy and sadness were part of the package; the trick, perhaps,was to let yourself feel all of it, but to hold on to the joy just a little more tightly...
You can't keep the birds of sadness from flying over your head, but you can keep them from nesting in your hair.
I’m always sad to leave Jax. So many magical moments here. Like the time I saw a rainbow give birth to a pot of gold, guarded by a dwarf in green.
The harmonica has musical wind, and is the breath of soul. It’s like a sad, lonely I love you lost in the breeze.
I have come to the conclusion, after many years of sometimes sad experience, that you cannot come to any conclusion at all.
His sadness was almost palpable, like moisture in the air before it rains. Although this was Manchester, it was probably about to rain anyway.
One of the sad things about contemporary journalism is that it actually matters very little. The world now is almost inured to the power of journalism. The best journalism would manage to outrage people. And people are less and less inclined to outra...
Bob summed it up best when he was on his knees at the end of the night saying, 'Don't trust in Guided By Voices.' You were there; was the show awful or something? I know it was sloppy, but they're not really that tight anyway, but was it embarrassing...
