I’ve got so much to do, I don’t have time to sit down and be sad.
You’ve got to be happy when you play a sad character; otherwise, you just get depressed. Make your real life as fun as possible.
‘Dancing on My Own’ is actually a really sad song! It has totally made me cry.
And it’s sad because it’s like a surprise to people – almost an anomaly – when artists are actually refined and trained on an instrument. That’s the last thing people think about.
Change is good, but in the middle of it, it can be very sad.
‘Sunset Boulevard’ – the story of Hollywood movies draped on a depressing sex affair – is an uncompromising study of American decadence displaying a sad, worn, methodical beauty few films have had since the late twenties.
It’s a sad state when more people retweet than buy records.
I would be a very sad person if I didn’t have dance in my life. However I can, whatever I do, I just feel a lot of joy. Even if I am sad, if you take me to a rehearsal hall, I will automatically become happy.
Acting gave me the opportunity to do outrageous things. It allowed me to be sad, happy, angry and lustful, even if it was just vicariously.
I meditate an hour in the morning and an hour in the evening. Once a year I go away for a long retreat. And overall, I just feel more comfortable in my own skin and less anxious, less sad, less fearful.
I love Stevie Wonder for his sense of rapture in the music. He can swing through a zappy tune, lift your heart, or drift into a sad ballad with consummate ease.
Though I know he loves me, tonight my heart is sad; his kiss was not so wonderful as all the dreams I had.
Jo Sykes made these incredible leather jackets: the leather was like butter. I had one, but I lost it at a wedding in Ibiza. It was so sad; I’ve not been able to replace.
It’s an indication of how cynical our society has become that any kind of love story with a sad theme is automatically ridiculed as sentimental junk.
Save for thee and thy lessons, man in society would everywhere sink into a sad compound of the fiend and the wild beast; and this fallen world would be as certainly a moral as a natural wilderness.
Do I perform sometimes in a manic style? Yes. Am I manic all the time? No. Do I get sad? Oh yeah. Does it hit me hard? Oh yeah.
I credit a lot of learning to love myself to my faith, my family and my friends. Everyone needs someone you can look to for constant support, who you never have to impress, to share your happy and sad days.
I can’t grow a mustache. It’s pretty sad if I attempt to.
I think that the Information Age is great, but there’s a downside to it obviously as well, and it’s that false information can be perpetuated so quickly. And it’s sad that so many people will believe it.
I am sometimes sad when I hear the personal stories of Tibetan refugees who have been tortured or beaten. Some irritation, some anger comes. But it never lasts long. I always try to think at a deeper level, to find ways to console.
I was sad to leave Monaco, a club that gave me a lot of great moments, but in football, sometimes you need new challenges, and I thought it was time to move on.
Our family has gone through a very difficult time. My husband and I have taken the brunt of it. I’ve never known what it truly felt like to be so sad and desperate inside.
I didn’t really want to live, so anything that was an investment in time made me angry… but also I just felt sad. When the hopelessness is hurting you, it’s the fixtures and fittings that finish you off.
Even in novels where the love relationship isn’t the focus, I feel like it’s often there, and the background is some barometer of whether this is a happy or sad story or whether this is a successful or unsuccessful life.
Jean Thompson’s short-story collection ‘Who Do You Love’ is a beautiful book, but a hell of a sad one.
