Sweet Sad Quotes

#1. I saw, in gradual vision through my tears,
The sweet, sad years, the melancholy years,
Those of my own life, who by turns had flung
A shadow across me.

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

#2. I was in L.A. in '08. It was a cold Saturday night. I had spread my phone number out to a score of women and was just indulging this sweet, sad, elegiac, bale loneliness - don't tell me you haven't been there.

James Ellroy

#3. player hummed for a second, then sweet sad acoustic guitar filled the air, arpeggiated cascades that transformed the cramped space of the room. The voice that followed was smoky and haunting, filled with loss:

John Skipp

#4. It was such a sweet, sad song with such sweet, sad lyrics. Old-fashioned a little, but also timeless.

Gabrielle Zevin

#5. I'd always thought death would be some sort of peaceful homecoming - a sweet, sad lullaby to usher me into whatever waited afterward.

Sarah J. Maas

#6. Oh, if somewhere there were a being strong and handsome, a valiant heart, passionate and sensitive at once, a poet's spirit in an angel's form, a lyre with strings of steel, sounding sweet-sad epithalamiums to the heavens, then why should she not find that being?

Gustave Flaubert

#7. And do you know Monsieur Marius? I believe I was a little in love with you.

Victor Hugo

#8. Jenny kissed me when we met, Jumping from the chair she sat in; Time, you thief, who love to get Sweets into your list, put that in: Say I'm weary, say I'm sad, Say that health and wealth have missed me, Say I'm growing old, but add
Jenny kissed me!

Leigh Hunt

#9. Soon. She knew. Soon he would come visiting. Incarnadine and sweet and sad and broken. Just like her.

Patrick Rothfuss

#10. Maybe a friend is someone who wants your updates. Even if they're boring. Or sad. Or annoyingly cutesy. A friend says "Sign me up for your boring crap, yes indeed"
because he likes you anyways. He'll tolerate your junk

E. Lockhart

#11. In her sleep?" I couldn't believe it. "How did she say it? I mean, did she sound angry?"
He frowned. "I don't know how she said it."
"Come on try to remember. Was it sad like this ... Owen? Or was it kind of sweet like this ... Ownen? Or was it-

Suzanne Selfors

#12. Our lives are songs; God write the words And we set them to music at pleasure; And the song grows glad, or sweet or sad, As we choose to fashion the measure.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox

#13. I'll fight it. I'll fight it for you. Don't you worry about me, Hazel Grace. I'm okay. I'll find a way to hang around and annoy you for a long time.

John Green

#14. Ahh, love, why is it so easy to let you in, but so difficult to let you out? Why couldn't you subsist only two-sided?

Pawan Mishra

#15. Don't cry. She wouldn't like it. When I missed my father, I used to cry. Mama taught me when I cry, he is sad and will cry, too. I don't want my daddy sad. I'm sure you don't want your daughter sad, too.

Cristiane Serruya

#16. Some nights, we were a city of two.

Jerry Spinelli

#17. Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan For that deep wound it gives my friend and me; Is't not enough to torture me alone, But slave to slavery my sweet'st friend must be? ...

William Shakespeare

#18. ...For having a baby's sweet face so close to your own, for so long a time as it takes to nurse 'em, is a great tonic for a sad soul.

Erica Eisdorfer

#19. I love you when you're happy.
I love you when you're sad.
I love you if you're angry,
And I love you if you're bad.
No matter how you feel,
I love you all the time.
Oh my sweet, dear baby,
I love you all the time.

Carla J. Hanna

#20. She has folded
Them back into her body as petals
Of a rose close when the garden
Stiffens and odours bleed
From the sweet, deep throats of the night flower.
The moon has nothing to be sad about,
Staring from her hood of bone.

Sylvia Plath

#21. In her hand she held a harp, and she sang. Sad and sweet was the sound of her voice in the cool clear air.

J.R.R. Tolkien

#22. The orange juice was sweet and sour, a sad and painful taste.

Ichigo Takano

#23. If only such sad people could remember: Everyone is naked. Everyone wants to hide. But life is still sweet. Let it go on.

Orson Scott Card

#24. Life is like a piano. White keys are happy moments and the black ones are sad moments. Both keys are played together to give us the sweet music called Life.

Suzy Kassem

#25. We are inside soft, sweet and pure white despair.

Eiji Mikage

#26. O loving woman, man's fulfillment, sweet,
Completing him not otherwise complete!
How void and useless the sad remnant left
Were he of her, his nobler part, bereft.

Abraham Coles

#27. I stumbled away. I pressed the back of my hand to my mouth and just looked at
him. "What was that?"
His chest rose and fell heavily. "A kiss."
"Why?"
"Why?" He laughed. His blue eyes suddenly looked so sad. "Because I've wanted to do that for twenty years.

Elizabeth Morgan

#28. How sad and bad and mad it was - but then, how it was sweet

Robert Browning

#29. Now I'm getting sad, just thinking about how it would feel to be parted from my sweet self. Lucky me: I will always have my own company.

Marie Rutkoski

#30. What I think is funny is when people, despite tragic situations, are still hopeful, still trying. It's sweet and sad - and, to me, hilarious.

Casey Wilson

#31. This is a sad, sweet story that has inspired many versions in films through the years (including Kunal Kohli's Mujhse Dosti Karoge!).

Anupama Chopra

#32. When you see such photos, you can't help but wonder at just how sweet and sad and innocent all moments of life are rendered by the tripping of a camera's shutter, for at that point the future is still unknown and has yet to hurt us, and also for that brief moment, our poses are accepted as honest.

Douglas Coupland

#33. There is some kind of a sweet innocence in being human- in not having to be just happy or just sad- in the nature of being able to be both broken and whole, at the same time.

C. JoyBell C.

#34. It is sad to see a young man's fondest hopes and dreams shattered when the rose-colured veil is plucked away and he sees the actions and feelings of men for what they are. But he still has the hope of replacing his old illusions with others, just as fleeting, but also just as sweet.

Mikhail Lermontov

#35. Please don't miss me too much. Please don't be too sad. Find someone else to love, because you have much love to give and it's a gift that shouldn't be wasted. You , Jesse, were the rose that made my life sweet.I will wait for you in heaven.

Lurlene McDaniel

#36. Turn off the light, she says as she walks away, creating a small woosh that smells sweet and chemical. It makes me sad because it's the smell she makes when she's leaving.

Augusten Burroughs

#37. Then a hundred sad voices lifted a wail,
And a hundred glad voices piped on the gale:
'Time is short, life is short,' they took up the tale:
'Life is sweet, love is sweet, use to-day while you may;
Love is sweet, and to-morrow may fail;
Love is sweet, use to-day.

Christina Rossetti

#38. I think Paris smells not just sweet but melancholy and curious, sometimes sad but always enticing and seductive. She's a city for the all senses, for artists and writers and musicians and dreamers, for fantasies, for long walks and wine and lovers and, yes, for mysteries.

M.J. Rose

#39. People only picked the pretty, sweet-smelling flowers. The ones with thorns were left alone.

Nenia Campbell

#40. I loved men and was going mad with suppressed desire. It pushed me into a series of affairs with dubious jazz musicians. Sex was not what I imagined. It was tension, scent and prosaic misalliance. It was sweet and sad revelation, and all expectation dashed.

James Ellroy

#41. So, my sweet, did it put the fun into funeral?

Johnny Rich

#42. I don't analyze beautiful. I sit in its presence and love the wholeness of it--the sweet and sad and raw and bright together.
Poetry is that, the weaving of light-shadow. Making words from the unwordable.

Jacob Nordby

#43. I lay there and thought how life was like a Littmus Lozenge, how the sweet and the sad were all mixed up together and how hard it was to separate them out. It was confusing.

Kate DiCamillo

#44. I ask: will she ever someday know love's farewell? Will she ever someday know the swoonings of love? Will she take in her own way the sweet journey? I know nothing. What can you do with the truth that everyone's a little sad and a little alone.

Clarice Lispector

#45. Not one thought was to be given either to the past or the future. The first was a page so heavenly sweet - so deadly sad - that to read one line of it would dissolve any courage and break down my energy. The last was an awful blank: something like the world when the deluge was gone by.

Charlotte Bronte

#46. I heard a thousand blended notes, While in a grove I sate reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran; And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man. Through

William Wordsworth

#47. They say the blues is sad, but when B.B. sings 'I got a sweet little angel, I love the way she spreads her wings,' that don't sound too sad to me!

Buddy Guy

#48. You're my favorite of all the people who've ever kidnapped me."
It was sweet, in a sad, twisted sort of way
which pretty much described both of them perfectly. "You're absolutely my favorite person I've ever kidnapped.

Kit Rocha

#49. Son, can you play me a memory. I'm not really sure how it goes. It was sad and it was sweet and I knew it complete when I wore a younger man's clothes.

Billy Joel

#50. Maybe I should stop while I'm ahead

Nay, I swim with sea-demons

no sweet summer tuned radio

over my sunless desertscape

how does it burn without the sun?

Moonshine Noire

#51. At the gray tea hour there were always rooms that throbbed incessantly with this low, sweet fever, while fresh faces drifted here and there like rose petals blown by the sad horns around the floor.

F Scott Fitzgerald

#52. Oh, you've got a sweet voice, baby, such a sad sad sweet voice, I'd like to fuck you, I thought.

Charles Bukowski

#53. How sweet the past is, no matter how wrong, or how sad.
How sweet is yesterday's noise

Charles Wright

#54. My brother," Will growled. "And your friend. You'd better not treat him the way you treat me.

Courtney Allison Moulton

#55. 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.

Ray Bradbury

#56. Oh fair, oh sweet and holy as dew at morning tide,
I gaze on thee, and yearnings, sad in my bosom hide.

Heinrich Heine

#57. In Moonlight
No
Soft sweet paw on my cheek
No
Fur curled under my chin
Just
A sad space left behind -
Gray cat gone away.

[Ellie's poem]

Patricia MacLachlan