There was a sad fellow over on a bar stool talking to the bartender, who was polishing a glass and listening with that plastic smile people wear when they are trying not to scream.
Everything in life has some good in it. And when something awful happens, the goodness stands out even more--it's sad, but that's the truth.
All writers pen sad stories to garner sympathy, writing is after all for the abandoned of the society: the ink-leech, spewing black blood and sucking innocent souls.
Usually she ordered a cup of coffee and a cup of tea, as well as a brownie, propping up her sadness with chocolate and caffeine so that it became an anxiety.
There's no way for them to take away my sadness, but they can make sure I am not empty of all the other feelings.
Great griefs exhaust. They discourage us with life. The man into whom they enter feels something taken from him. In youth, their visit is sad; later on, it is ominous.
If I am attempting to describe him, it is in order not to forget him. It is sad to forget a friend. Not every one has had a friend.
But 'tis a sad thing that all one's happiness is only that the world does not know you are miserable.
There is nothing more pathetically sad than a parent who teaches a child not to hit by spanking them. Well, that, and adults who think hitting someone will solve a problem.
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.
