Sadness flies away on the wings of time.
Oh, I am very weary, Though tears no longer flow; My eyes are tired of weeping, My heart is sick of woe.
Make the most of your regrets; never smother your sorrow, but tend and cherish it till it comes to have a separate and integral interest. To regret deeply is to live afresh.
The walls we build around us to keep sadness out also keeps out the joy.
The word ‘happy’ would lose its meaning if it were not balanced by sadness.
There is no despair so absolute as that which comes with the first moments of our first great sorrow, when we have not yet known what it is to have suffered and be healed, to have despaired and have recovered hope.
The sad truth is that most evil is done by people who never make up their minds to be good or evil.
The rose and the thorn, and sorrow and gladness are linked together.
It’s a sad man my friend who’s livin’ in his own skin and can’t stand the company.
Affliction comes to us, not to make us sad but sober; not to make us sorry but wise.
Experiencing sadness and anger can make you feel more creative, and by being creative, you can get beyond your pain or negativity.
Sadness is but a wall between two gardens.
Absence from whom we love is worse than death, and frustrates hope severer than despair.
Sadness is also a kind of defence.
A tragedy need not have blood and death; it’s enough that it all be filled with that majestic sadness that is the pleasure of tragedy.
I had sadness for breakfast.
If you don’t know about pain and trouble, you’re in sad shape. They make you appreciate life.
Sorrows are like thunderclouds, in the distance they look black, over our heads scarcely gray.
If we could read the secret history of our enemies we should find in each man’s life sorrow and suffering enough to disarm all hostility.
Red is the ultimate cure for sadness.
Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves.
Sad things happen. They do. But we don’t need to live sad forever.
A teardrop on earth summons the King of heaven.
In this world, full often, our joys are only the tender shadows which our sorrows cast.
Those who don’t know how to weep with their whole heart, don’t know how to laugh either.
