These days I seem to think about the things I forgot to do for you and all the times I had a chance to.
There can be no rainbow without a cloud and a storm.
Its good to leave each day behind, like flowing water, free of sadness. Yesterday is gone and its tale told. Today new seeds are growing.
I woke up and one of us was crying.
Musical compositions can be very sad - Chopin - but you have the pleasure of this sadness. The cheap consolation is: you will be happy. The higher consolation is the pleasure and recognition of your unhappiness, the pleasure of having recognised that fate, destiny and life are such as they are and so you reach a higher form of consciousness.
Let there be sunshine, let there be rain, let the broken hearted love again.
And I sing and sing of awful things The pleasure that my sadness brings.
Sadness is a very interesting idea, this idea of sadness being some kind of default setting that artists will go into. And then I started thinking about this idea of sadness and happiness, and the idea that sadness is very loud, and happiness is quiet.
There is nothing else for people to do. They do not think. They feel no passion, no hatred, no sadness; they feel nothing but fear, and a desire to control. So they watch, and poke, and pry.
Tears are often a gift from God, and sadness is a healthy emotion.
A flood of emotions rushes into me. Pain and anger. Sadness and pity. But most surprising of all, hope.
By compassion we make others' misery our own, and so, by relieving them, we relieve ourselves also.
The human body is mostly blood and mystery and sadness.
When a lovely flame dies, Smoke gets in your eyes.
Sadness is so ungrateful.
Naught so sweet as melancholy.
Nothing fills me with deeper sadness than to see a Southerner apologizing for the defense we made of our inheritance.
My philosophy is fundamentally sad, but I'm not a sad man, and I don't believe I sadden anyone else.
While it only takes one spouse to be friendly, it takes both spouses to be friends. When both spouses are unfriendly, the marriage is marked by conflict and coldness. When one spouse is friendly and the other is unfriendly, the marriage is marked by selfishness and sadness. But when both spouses each make a deep, heartfelt covenant with God to continually seek to become a better friend, increasing love and laughter mark the marriage.
If only it were possible for us to see farther than our knowledge reaches, and even a little beyond the outworks of our presentiment, perhaps we would bear our sadnesses with greater trust than we have in our joys.