Sad Quotes - Page 11

The most important subject in the curriculum in the future years will be how to love ourselves and be content.

Because it isn’t a loss; just a little piece of their haven had broken off. People can patch things; it still may hurt, but that’s life.

He knew these last lines by heart and mouthed them now in the darkness. My reason for life. Not living, but life. That was the touch. And she was his reason for life, and why he must survive.

I wouldn't have missed a single minute of it, Not for the whole world.

life as a life, from the pain we laughed.. and from the joy we cried.. but supposedly i'm supposed to be grateful but I don't think I'll be to happy whatever im not sad.. my other side told me that the government is putting hallucinogens in our water and torturing us under the guise of healthcare.. if u thought right, wonder if u are the first prisoner to go through the presidential rendition and torture program and they seem to think u'll be some hero or something for going through it.. but in reality u are just a fucking slave that's being abused. thanks

... I was feeling so depressed I didn't even think. That's the whole trouble. When you're feeling very depressed, you can't even think

Feathers!" spluttered Sargatanas. "Feathers are for the birds, my boy. Flaking, peeling, scale-ridden wings, now that's what real beings wear. I'll tell you a secret." He said, and drew me closer. "The eternal pain at having known Paradise and lost it is priceless. I wouldn't swap it for anything.

Rest in peace? Please, God, no. Haunt me, Sofia. You said you'd haunt me.

A big sacrifice is coming, and you won't have the courage to make it. That will cost you dearly. It will cost the world dearly.

For all those who say its a Man world. Respect Women Its their World we are just guest here

You can not go back. That's why it's hard to choose. You have to make the right choice. As long, as you don't choose, everything remains possible.

The train brings out some of the best and the worst memories of my life. I like to watch the train. It makes me sad but gives hope as well. It connects me to my family, which I abandoned many years ago. I fled away from my family and home by a train only.

And then his noise falls completely silent-And he stops struggling-And looking right into my eyes-He dies.My Todd dies.

I guess somethings turned out too sad even to be explained with a bases-loaded strikeout.

I wanted to see her sad. Taste her tears. I wanted to know what she sounded like when she cried. In pain, in pleasure, in both.

He did not know or care whether they were wizards or Muggles, friends or foes; all he cared about was that a dark stain was spreading across Dobby's front, and that he had stretched out his thin arms to Harry with a look of supplication. Harry caught him and laid him sideways on the cool grass."Dobby, no, don't die, don't die -"The elf's eyes found him, and his lips trembled with the effort to form words."Harry...Potter..."And then with a little shudder the elf became quite still, and his eyes were nothing more than great glassy orbs, sprinkled with light from the stars they could not see.

The thing about our choices is that after we have made them, they turn around and make us.

Its all about perception in life, For some One minus One = One & for some its Zero.That's the only difference.

If his surroundings could have reflected the feelings inside him, the pictures would have been screaming in pain.

People have been telling so many lies. At the end you won't believe the simple truth.

She had awoken this morning and slipped the amethyst ring off her finger. It had felt liked a blessed release, a final shadow lifted from her heart.

When was the last time someone ran their fingers through the knots of your soul?

Another day another life Passes by just like mine It's not complicated Another mind Another soul Another body to grow old It's not complicated

It is not possible to express the most precious insights, To see all that craves to be seen, To visit even the closest neighbors in the universe, To learn all that needs to be learned, To live without dying, And I am sad about it.But I livedAnd I am happy about that.

I am tired of days that are all the same.

It wasn't the same. I'm pretty good at making the best of things, but it wasn't the same.

Fuck You!' [Oskar said] 'Exuse me!' [His mom said] 'Sorry. I mean, screw you.' 'You need a time-out!' 'I need a mausoleum!

All my memories are things I gave away, traded for new days after days after days...

I would have followed you to hell and back... if only you'd lead me back.

PERMALINK · 169465 · 15 HOURS AGO"She tried to feel sad, or guilty, or even to be angry about the way things had happened, but there frankly wasn’t much room in either her head or her heart for wishing or moping.

We take the names of madmen, because madness is our fate. Terribly melodramatic, that.

Don't be sad because I'm dying, be happy because very second another great human being is born, another person that ill have chances to do greater things than me.

I took one look at his composed face and know he doesn’t understand,because if he did understand, he would be weeping, too, for this boy who loved a world that never loved him.

I love walking in the rain because no one can see me crying

I miss everything about youCan't believe that I still want youAnd after all the things we've been through

If you are depressed, you are living in the past. If you are anxious, you are living in the future

Two powerful factors which creates difference between destroying your relationship and deepening it are EGO and Attitude

Yesterday, she shed tears, keeping her head on my shoulders. And I think she's not going to be fine because I know she won't. Because a couple of years back, I wasn't.And when you know that you've fallen hard on a cold ground and are still lying there, what do you tell others who are taking the fall?You close your eyes. You accept to lie there a little longer. But I lie on my bed now, and it's a little too warm today.

Tell me that you don’t love me, and I’ll leave you alone. In this time or the next. Tell me that you don’t feel free. Tell me you can’t stand the way I look at you. But don’t tell me that I’m not allowed to love you. I will love you through every minute, every day, and every year for the rest of my life. My love for you is timeless.

God created every man to be free. The ability to choose whether to live free or enslaved, right or wrong, happy or in fear is something called freewill. Every man was born with freewill. Some people use it, and some people use any excuse not to. Nobody can turn you into a slave unless you allow them. Nobody can make you afraid of anything, unless you allow them. Nobody can tell you to do something wrong, unless you allow them. God never created you to be a slave, man did. God never created division or set up any borders between brothers, man did. God never told you hurt or kill another, man did. And in the end, when God asks you: "Who told you to kill one of my children?"And you tell him, "My leader."He will then ask you, "And are THEY your GOD?

we were never here nor there, never allowed to be happy or allowed to be sad.Darkness and light, black and white, good and evil. Memories and new experiences were polar opposites requiring the same host: you.

The sadness is in my heart,The hapiness in my brain,That's why I always think,cause even inside of it,I search where it could be...

The two of us in that room. No past, no future. All intense deep that-time-only. A feeling that everything must end, the music, ourselves, the moon, everything. That if you get to the heart of things you find sadness for ever and ever, everywhere; but a beautiful silver sadness, like a Christ face.

To enjoy a peaceful & Beautiful Life We should open our 'EYE' and Close our 'I

i see tear drops flow from youre eyes and relise life is sometimes hard but crying is not something to be ashamed about

I was trying to work out who I was.

While I was looking the other way your fire went outLeft me with cinders to kick into dustWhat a waste of the wonder you wereIn my living fire I will keep your scorn and mineIn my living fire I will keep your heartache and mineAt the disgrace of a waste of a life

My whole life has been one big broken promise.

No use in crying over a boy because there are plenty more just like him

We lay on our backs, looking at the ceiling and wondering what God had wrought when He made life so sad. We made vague plans to meet in Frisco.

No sound, once made, is ever truly lost. In electric clouds, all are safely trapped, and with a touch, if we find them, we can recapture those echoes of sad, forgotten wars, long summers, and sweet autumns.

If you are going through hell, keep walking until you reach heaven.

The problem with loneliness is that, unlike other forms of human suffering, it teaches us nothing, leads us nowhere, and generally devalues us in our own eyes and the eyes of others.

I'm not afraid to dieno today . . . maybe tomorrow.But I'll not dieno today . . . maybe tomorrow.Tomorrow I will go awayfrom this life that I've just borrowed!

People used to recognize it as mood.Science has revealed it as cannabinoids.When you feel sad, just do long running.Then you will know that even mood can be governed.

You are my son Dantés! You are the child of my captivity. My priestly office condemned me to celibacy: God sent you to me both to console the man who could not be a father and the prisoner who could not be free

So I am not a broken heart. I am not the weight I lost or miles or ran and I am not the way I slept on my doorstep under the bare sky in smell of tears and whiskey because my apartment was empty and if I were to be this empty I wanted something solid to sleep on. Like concrete. I am not this year and I am not your fault.I am muscles building cells, a little every day, because they broke that day,but bones are stronger once they heal and I am smiling to the bus driver and replacing my groceries once a week and I am not sitting for hours in the shower anymore. I am the way a life unfolds and bloom and seasons come and go and I am the way the spring always finds a way to turn even the coldest winter into a field of green and flowers and new life. I am not your fault.

femelu could not understand this, her mother’s ability to tell herself stories about her reality that did not even resemble her reality

Sometimes Dreams take time to come true, But it hurts when it comes true and you are not with that person with who you dreamed about it

Some people are severely lonely, all they can do is accept the single life as an example of being free and happy.