Sadness flies on the wings of the morning, and out of the heart of darkness comes the light.
Mary: Adults are, like, this mess of sadness and phobias.
Melvin Udall: You like sad stories? Wanna hear mine?
The end of anything is not fun because there's a nostalgia to it and everything else. Even the end of a bad relationship can feel so, so, so sad.
I probably never would have been hired on Broadway had I not moved out to L.A. and pursued acting and film, which is sad, really.
It's too easy to say that orange is happy and black is sad. To me, black is perfect. You can fill it with the emotion you want to express.
I had a vocal coach. It's a sad thing, but I had to hire someone so that I could get my Australian accent back.
I like devilish, thorny, dirty, mean roles, muck and mire, unbelievably sad, unbelievably happy, burdened. Inner conflict - that's where drama is.
They say it's better to bury your sadness in a graveyard or garden that waits for the spring to wake from its sleep and burst into green.
Even when I'm in quite a happy state of mind, I like writing really sad songs. I think a lot of people do.
When I write, it is always the melody that comes first, and it just happens to be the case that the most beautiful tunes are sad, and the lyrics follow the mood of the melody.
They say such nice things about people at their funerals that it makes me sad that I'm going to miss mine by just a few days.
This is going to sound really sad, but I didn't really have any heartthrobs when I was growing up. I was a bit of a geek.
You had to be into sport and, sad to say, I'm a traitor to my country because I don't have a sporting bone in my body.
I find it amusing on one level, poignant on another, when people try to get recognition from an outside source. It's sad.
You can't have an up without a down, a right without a left, a back without a front - or a happy without a sad.
Well in the end the world can crank itself up to sanctions, as it has with Zimbabwe, another sad case.
In LA, I mean, here's this place full of desperate and sad people who take their only pleasure from destroying others for the purposes of their own self-aggrandizement.
My loving sister Mary has always shared the pain and pleasure of my heartbeat in a unique and special way. We have sung our sad and warm songs together.
But you see, that's the gilded prison of fashion. We're riding in private jets, and meantime I was so incredibly, painfully sad and lonely.
Of these years nought remains in memory but the sad feeling that we have advanced and only grown older.
