Her Sadness Quotes

#1. He held her face in his hands and his gaze warmed her sadness. "I don't care how you got here. I'm just happy you were born." He rubbed noses with hers. "Real happy.

Selena Robins

#2. All the joy and color was washed from her face, and at first the sadness only made her more beautiful. But

Peter V. Brett

#3. She sat looking at him as she always did; her glance had tenderness without scorn and sadness without pity.

Ayn Rand

#4. He carries stars in his pockets
because he knows
she fears the dark.
Whenever sadness pays her a visit
he paints galaxies
on the back of her hands.

Alaska Gold

#5. And at the closing of the day
She loosed the chain, and down she lay;
The broad stream bore her far away,
The Lady of Shallot.

Alfred Tennyson

#6. After such an emotional day with her own parents, the thought nearly brought Luce to her knees with sadness. Daniel was alone in the world.

Lauren Kate

#7. No! he wanted to cry out. No, Tania, please come back. What can I leave her with, what can I say, what one word can I leave with her, for her? What one word for my wife?
"Tatiasha," Alexander called after her. God, what was the curator's name ... ?
She glanced back.
"Remember Orbeli-

Paullina Simons

#8. The old deep sadness of life lay in the bottom of her heart and she knew it was there, but she would not allow herself to sink into it. Out of the dark and sullen bottom of a lake the lotus flowers bloomed upon its surface, and she would pluck the flowers.

Pearl S. Buck

#9. He looked at her as a man might look at a faded flower he had plucked, in which it was difficult for him to trace the beauty that had made him pick and so destroy it

Leo Tolstoy

#10. He had her in his heart, but not always in his mind.

Zadie Smith

#11. I'm like the child who buries
her head in the pillow
so as not to see, the child who tells herself
that light causes sadness -

Louise Gluck

#12. I can't help but think of the years and years of awful I've had. My years of horror and sadness just seem to never fully rest. This life of mine has been an absolute agony.

Sarah Ann Walker

#13. I wonder what freezes
the flurry of hurt on her cold-
flushed cheeks, if his touch is
a salve or the shattering.

Beth Morey

#14. She remembered the days when they'd been each other's everything, when just being together was enough. When she believed their love could conquer the world. How long had it been since Michael had said her name in that special way, when they'd talked all night about their dreams and their future?

Dominique Wilson

#15. And in the background of Early's story was her voice. Her soul. Her sadness and longing. Because when it's raining, it's always Billie Holiday. p. 81

Clare Vanderpool

#16. I don't dare touch her. Loss is a knowledge I'm sorry to have. Perhaps the only thing worse than experiencing it, is watching it replay anew in someone else
all the awful stages picking up like a chorus that has to be sung.

Lauren DeStefano

#17. I couldn't leave there without carrying some of her sadness and loneliness with me like a cloak. There was a smell that I've come to think of as life rot. Where a life has spoiled, gone bad through lack of use.

Lisa Unger

#18. For reasons he couldn't understand a sadness came over him and it was then he saw the girl standing on the other side of the dirt road, her eyes pools of absolute sorrow, her light brown hair glowing in the splinters of sunlight that forced their way through the trees.

Melina Marchetta

#19. I just want to know who you really are," she said. "When I figure that out, I'll let you know," said Lee, pivoting on his heel to meet her gaze. Sadness lingered in his eyes, and she wasn't sure why. "You do the same for me.

Beth Cato

#20. She looks over at his empty bed, and her sadness is so potent that in that moment, I'd do anything to get him back for her. (I'd do anything to bring him back.)

Rainbow Rowell

#21. I give her sadness and the gift of pain,
a new moon madness and a love of rain.

Dorothy Parker

#22. Sometimes they open it up like a package in the presence of a person they can talk to,' she said. 'Someone they can trust.' She held out her hands. 'Any person who is carrying a lot of sadness,' she said, 'needs to be able to rest sometimes, and to put it down.

Julia A. Schumacher

#23. But as the years passed, he missed her more, not less, and his need for her became a cut that would not scar over, would not stop leaking.

Dennis Lehane

#24. You won't do anyone any good if you drop dead of exhaustion," she said to Harper once. I won't do anyone any good if I don't, Harper imagined saying back. I'm not doing anyone any good, one way or another. But she didn't say it. It would've been grief talking, and it was unfair to unload her sadness

Joe Hill

#25. I saw everyone, a shifting sea of discomfort and sadness, each person carrying his own pain, each telling her own stories, no story more or less tragic or triumphant than any other.

Jennifer Brown

#26. A woman who had fallen out of love with her life

Jhumpa Lahiri

#27. Ay, in the very temple of Delight
Veil'd Melancholy has her sovran shrine,
Though seen of none save him whose strenuous tongue
Can burst Joy's grape against his palate fine;
His soul shall taste the sadness of her might,
And be among her cloudy trophies hung.

John Keats

#28. And why had Deb's last boyfriend dumped her?
I dumped him.
Maybe you didn't French-kiss him enough.
I promise you that wasn't it.
Tell me how many times a day you kissed, and I'll say if it was enough.
Four hundred.
Not enough.

Miranda July

#29. She had regained what I thought she had lost forever, the magical sadness which had drawn me to her, the thwarted look that had seemed to say, Surely I was made for some other purpose than this?

Evelyn Waugh

#30. It occurred to her that all the bad parts of life, the sad parts, the frightening ones, were meant to be offset by moments and memories like this. She had to be present in it, right here, right now.

Martina Boone

#31. Growing ever smaller in the distance. Carrying that pain and sadness back with her to the lair where it, and she, lived.

James Sallis

#32. My mother's death supervened, and this was the greatest blow I had experienced in my life. I worshipped her ... I could not resign myself to the loss of a being on whom I counted to make invisible the unavoidable blemishes of my soul.

Salvador Dali

#33. I try to smile at her, but I can't extend my flexibility training to my mouth, it just won't move.

Steph Campbell

#34. Out of the seven billion people sharing the planet with her, not one of them knew what was going through her head. Not one of them knew she was lost. Not one of them asked.

Amy Zhang

#35. She seemed imprisoned in her sadness.

Sena Jeter Naslund

#36. I don't know how you can stand it. Over and over again, the same sadness - "
He lifted her up. "The same ecstasy - "
"The same fire that kills everything - "
"The same passion that ignites it all again. You don't know. You can't remember how wonderful - "
"I've seen it. I do know.

Lauren Kate

#37. It suddenly seemed to Laurel that all the absences in her own life, every loss and sadness, every nightmare in the dark, every unexplained melancholy, took the shadowy form of the same unanswered question, something that had been there since she was sixteen years old - her mother's unspoken secret.

Kate Morton

#38. Her death leaves me both depleted and emboldened. That's what tragedy does to you, I am learning. The sadness and wild freedom of it all impart a strange durability. I feel weathered and detached, tucking my head against the winds and trudging forward into life.

Claire Bidwell Smith

#39. I watch her with loving sadness as she dulls her shine to please others. Will this butterfly ever soar? Will she continue to pretend she can't fly? Her greatest life awaits this decision.

Steve Maraboli

#40. In her eyes, the sadness sings - of one who was destined, for better things.

Lang Leav

#41. Desdemona, mourning her parents, was still imprisoned by the past. And so she stood on the mountain, looking down at the emancipated city, and felt cheated by her ability to feel happy by everybody else.

Jeffrey Eugenides

#42. At times it's like sadness has planted itself on her face, refusing to leave, an overwhelming sadness, and sometimes I see despair there, too.

Melina Marchetta

#43. Thomas had never seen anything like her in his life, and he knew, with a beautiful sort of sadness, that he never would again.

Chris Nicolaisen

#44. Was it the infinite sadness of her eyes that drew him or the mirror of himself that he found in the gorgeous clarity of her mind?

F Scott Fitzgerald

#45. Home in her apartment she'd dwell 'til the man from her dreams comes to break the spell.

Paul McCartney

#46. Even when the sun was shining she couldn't see it. The whole house was closing in on her and she was suffocating.

Crissi Langwell

#47. How pale the Princess is! Never have I seen her so pale. She is like the shadow of a white rose in a mirror of silver.

Oscar Wilde

#48. But I feel more real when I'm around her. Like I'm not fading.

Scott Westerfeld

#49. There's her silence, loud as a roar, pulling at me like the greatest sadness ever, like I want to take it and press myself into it and just disappear forever down into nothing.
What a relief that would feel like right now. What a blessed relief.

Patrick Ness

#50. Her sadness makes her impossibly beautiful, like snow blanketing a barren landscape.

Marie Lu

#51. Sometimes I feel like I'm losing my mind," she said with a hint
of sadness.
"You lost your mind a long time ago," he said seriously. She looked at him with indignation. "That's a compliment for anyone who knows the freedom and clarity of losing their mind," he reaffirmed her.

Daniel J. Rice

#52. She searched her mind for a single day when it had felt good to be alive. There must have been one, surely?

Rachel Abbott

#53. If drinking don't kill me, her memory will.

George Jones

#54. He came up straight to her father, whose hands he took and wrung without a word - holding them in his for a minute or two, during which time his face, his eyes, his look, told of more sympathy than could be put into words.

Elizabeth Gaskell

#55. The place in her, though, where her tears should have come from, was rough and dry. No, she didn't find any tears in herself to cry for the storyteller.
The storyteller didn't exist anymore.

Antonia Michaelis

#56. Soon enough the tears came but of course nobody came down to see if she was all right, it was just the slut in the kitchen who'd ruined their lives, getting drunk of neat gin and howling for her lost lunatic offer.

Patrick McGrath

#57. She wanted to protect us from worry, from sadness, from loneliness
things her parents had not been able to protect her from. (About Alice)

Calvin Trillin

#58. I never even heard her voice."
And after a while:
"It is a strange grief."
Softly:
"To die of nostalgia for something you never lived.

Alesandro Bariko

#59. Her heart was aching, and she was lonely. I could understand loneliness. I wished there were more I could do for her, but I wasn't the one she was yearning for, so my help was limited. I was a patch, something to help suppress the sadness. That was okay. At least I was useful.

Anonymous

#60. You can't love a person till you know him or her inside out, until you've lived with them and shared experience: sadness, joy, living - you've got to share living before you can find love. Being in love doesn't last, but you can find love to take its place.

Stan Barstow

#61. She is so lost in her sadness that she has no idea how visible it is.

David Levithan

#62. With life came loss. The war and the years since had taught her that. There's be sadness in her life to come, as well as happiness. Even the most blessed lives had both. She'd live them as they came.

Jackie French

#63. I was in the biggest breakdown of my life when I stopped crying long enough to let the words of my epiphany really sink in. That whore, karma, had finally made her way around, and had just bitch-slapped me right across the face. The realization only made me cry harder.

Jennifer Salaiz

#64. She had to tell somebody, and Matthew would do. He would not be particularly interested, she knew, but she would tell him anyway. She had to share her joy, as Lou knew that joy unshared was a halved emotion, just as sadness and loss, when borne alone, were often doubled.

Alexander McCall Smith

#65. She closed her eyes and let the rain fall on her face,
and after another second, I could not have said what were raindrops, and what tears.

Sarah Waters

#66. Her heart is played like well worn strings
In her eyes the sadness sings
Of one who was destined of better things

Lang Leav

#67. That she had so completely recovered her sanity was a source of sadness to her. One should never be cured of one's passion.

Marguerite Duras

#68. Her voice is raw. She sings from the deepest cracks of her heart and her soul. When she closes her eyes, I know she has lost herself in the music. - Unrequited

Alisa Mullen

#69. She struggled with her sadness, but tried to conceal it, to divide it into smaller and smaller parts and scatter these in places she thought no one would find them.

Nicole Krauss

#70. I wanted to show her the beauty in the world, not just the sadness. I wanted to give her my heart openly, and I wanted her to take it.

Rebecca Ethington

#71. She was just so sad. Her whole face hung with it, like sadness was her personal gravity.

Michelle Tea

#72. We have an obligation to feel guilty." The words came out of her lips as if she were reciting an elegy. "Guilty. Because we kill the ones we love.

Cristiane Serruya

#73. It was as if the heart had been burned out of her and the sadness which remained was just another ghost, the memory of love haunting the bones of hate.

Stephen King

#74. My sister's looking off to the side so half her face is in shadow and her smile is neatly cut in half. It's like one of those Greek tragedy masks in a textbook that's half one idea and half the opposite. Light and dark. Hope and despair. Laughter and sadness. Trust and loneliness.

Haruki Murakami

#75. She's known sadness. That's what it is. I only just thought that as I wrote it. She's known sadness, and it has made her kind.

Nathan Filer

#76. The soft strings of the lute rippled with memories, and the maid's lilting voice made Mary sigh as she closed her eyes. She fell asleep filled with sadness, but without regret.

Margaret George

#77. Empty teacups gathered around her and dictionary pages fell at her feet.

Nicole Krauss

#78. I wish I knew how to turn the volume down on the sadness in this girl's eyes. I wish I could take her out of this dark, smelly alley and tuck her away some place safe.

Cal Armistead

#79. The winds shook off in unison and yipped beneath the gleaming stars.
She gave him her lips. They kissed.
And she was in love with the thunder.

Ali Shaw

#80. He was skinny with soft hair, and his thick, murky eyes watched as the stranger played one more song in the heavy room. From face to face, he looked on as the man played and the woman wept. The different notes handled her eyes. Such sadness.

Markus Zusak

#81. As she looks through the window;
while seeing him give her his world,
tears rolled down her cheeks
in remembrance of the world she once had.

J.B.

#82. That night she dreamed of the deer. Strangely, the animal was holding her. She cuddled close into the soft fur and touched and kissed it gently. In the morning her pillow was wet with tears.

Julie Andrews Edwards

#83. She brushed the tears from their faces and sang them a melancholy lullaby. Her obvious devotion to her daughters pulled at my heart strings, making my chest ache with longing for my own mother.

A.B. Shepherd

#84. She smells of her cooking and the perfume Eau d'Hadrien. My mother wore it, too. She used to cook, like Lili. Our house smelled of garlic and thyme instead of sadness.

Jennifer Donnelly

#85. The flawlessly beautiful were flawlessy happy, weren't they? To Kristy this had always seemed self-evident. Tonight, however, the alcohol made her wonder if envy hadn't blinded her. Perhaps to be flawless was another kind of sadness.

Clive Barker

#86. But most of all, I'll remember how she loved me. I turn away, knowing that I might never get to see Julie Murphy again. But I will know her for the rest of my life.

Lynda Mullaly Hunt

#87. For Daisy was young and her artificial world was redolent of orchids and pleasant, cheerful snobbery and orchestras which set the rhythm of the year, summing up the sadness and suggestiveness of life in new tunes.

F Scott Fitzgerald

#88. I want her. I want all of her. I want her smiles and her laugh. I want to be the one she leans on, runs to. I want to be the one who can make the sadness is her eyes disappear. I want to build a life with her.

Kaylee Ryan

#89. A whole tree of lightning stood in the sky. She kept looking out the window, suffused with the warmth from the fire and with the pity and beauty and power of her death. The thunder rolled.

Eudora Welty

#90. Quince ... why didn't you ever tell her? This girl you love. Why didn't you tell her how you feel?" ... "Because"- his voice is heavy with a kind of resigned sadness-"She doesn't want to know."
Lily & Quince pg.223

Tera Lynn Childs

#91. Then, all but instinctively, I took her in my arms. Pressed against me, her whole body trembling, she continued to cry without a sound.

Haruki Murakami

#92. She has learned that she can control her emotions by thinking of her chest cavity as an enormous box with a chain lock. She opens the box and stuffs in any stray unmanageable feelings, any wayward sadness or regret, and clamps it shut.

Christina Baker Kline

#93. I want to find her in this sadness the way she did for me.
...
I have the overpowering urge to make comfort food for her. This is a legacy my dad left me. The hardwired impulse to feed people.

Emery Lord

#94. No matter how long I live, I will always remember the way the light went out of her eyes, like a candle flame caught in an unexpected wind.

Jodi Picoult

#95. But the truth stretched out in front of him; loving her hadn't been enough. Not enough for her.

Sherry Shahan

#96. Thoughts of the girl crashed around his mind, made him remember the connection he felt. A sadness washed over him, as if he missed her, wanted to see her. That doesn't make sense, he thought. I don't even know her name.

James Dashner

#97. But there was something terrifying taking over her thoughts, and it wouldn't leave. Out of seven billion sharing the planet with her, not one of them knew what was going through her head. Not one of them knew that she was lost. Not one of them asked.

Amy Zhang

#98. Isolated in the attic, Anne could only examine her own history and her own conscience, and try to locate the wellspring of her sadness and her rage.

Francine Prose

#99. The proverbial Englishman, we know from old chronicler Froissart, takes his pleasures sadly, and the Englishwoman goes a step further and takes her pleasures in sadness itself.

Jerome K. Jerome

#100. Who journeyed to Denver, who died in Denver, who came back to Denver & waited in vain, who watched over Denver & brooded and loned in Denver and finally went away to find out the Time, & now Denver is lonesome for her heroes,

Allen Ginsberg