You’re up overthinking about someone who isn’t thinking about you. Go to sleep.

Sadness is like a dark cloud that makes it impossible to see the sun.
But the sun can only shine after heavy rain falls away.
I let

Life has knocked me down a few times, it showed me things I never wanted to see. I experienced sadness and failures. But one thing

Don’t be disheartened when you didn’t get to be with the one you love. Sometimes you just have to accept the reality that the one

you are
yesterday’s
bouquet so sadly
raided.

I am sad for the dead and I am sad for the living but not for my 5 cats.

I awakened depressed.

It comes down to the fact that I was jealous of you for being so much kinder than me.

I’m jealous of everybody who is with you when I’m not with you.

Sophie listened and felt sad. Interesting things did seem to happen, but always to somebody else.

Alright, no Kana. But maybe, you’ll find someone else to love. Someone who doesn’t bring you pain or sadness. A woman who brings you joy

Shigure Sohma: There, isn’t that better? Yuki’s still looking for some ice, if you want it.
Tohru Honda: I’m sorry.
Shigure Sohma: You must be tired. It’s

I… I was sad that I was born possessed by a vengeful spirit. After all… When I was young… My parents often fought because of

I don’t know his sadness. I don’t know ANYTHING. If I really did disappear from this world… Would even a little of his sadness disappear?

I wonder… Who decided it had to be that way? It’s sad, isn’t.

If you love someone, they could make you sad. They could even make you feel lonely sometimes. But, that someone can also make you happier

So you think you’ve got it bad? I’ve never once been beautiful in my entire life!

No. I wish…you wouldn’t laugh at me like that.

Nobody falls in love because they want to become sad and lonely. And yet, the last thing I wanted wiped out was these two, the way they were.

It was sad, it was sad, it was sad. When Betty came back we didn’t sing or laugh, or even argue. We sat drinking in the dark, smoking cigarettes, and when we went to sleep, I didn’t put my feet on her body or she on mine like we used to. We slept without touching.
We had both been robbed.

There was so much sadness in everything, even when things worked.

I felt like crying but nothing came out. It was just a sort of sad sickness, sick sad, when you can’t feel any worse. I think you know it. I think everybody knows it now and then. But I think I have known it pretty often, too often.

This birth thing. And this death thing. Each one had it’s turn. We entered alone and we left alone. And most of us lived lonely and frightened and incomplete lives. An incomparable sadness descended up on me. Seeing all that life that must die. Seeing all that life that would first turn to hate, to dementia, to neuroses, to stupidity, to fear, to murder, to nothing – nothing in life and nothing in death.

The times that were most fun seemed always to be followed by sadness now, because it was when life started to feel like it did when she was with us that we realized how utterly gone she was.

What should I do? I hate this. I don’t want to die like this. I don’t want to die! Tohru…she’ll be all on her own. I can’t leave her. We can’t part like this. What’s going to happen to her if I’m not there? She just started high school…she’s still a child. She…she’s still…Katsuya. I understand now. Leaving someone behind, being left behind…both of them are heartbreaking, aren’t they? I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Tohru. You at least knew I loved you, right? Tohru…I wanted to love you even more. Hey…somebody…anybody, please…protect that girl. She’s not very good at crying for herself, but even so, if she does cry, you have to stay with her. Somebody, please…hey, somebody…She’s my treasure. Protect her…somebody…anybody…

Rambo: I want you to stay at your sister’s. There’s nothing for you here, nothing for me here.
Maria Beltran: Where will you go?
Rambo: I’m just going to move around. Like always.
Maria Beltran: Will I see you again?
Rambo: Mm-hmm. Sure.
Maria Beltran: I will miss this. My heart is dead. I feel empty inside. I don’t think I will ever feel anything again.
Rambo: Yeah.

I want to believe that memories, even sad and painful ones, should not be forgotten forever.

I’m not saying she doesn’t look cute or it’s embarrassing or anything. It’s just…it’s like, the same feeling I get when I see an old man buy his lunch at the convenience store! The old dude may not care, but it’s like, I can’t stand seeing that! Like it breaks my heart! And I got no reason, but I break down crying! Right there in the store! That’s right! I cry as I ring him up at the register!

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.

The rain is, in a sense,
The sole sad friend of those who find themselves
Thinking, wide awake, until the dawn,
Who, in bed, alone, with fevered hands,
Listen to it, soothed. They like the company
Of its faint moan across the sleeping plain,
Its rustling in the garden all night long.

Del: You call the wife?
Neil: No one was home. Probably at my daughters Thanksgiving pageant.
Del: You missed it. I’m sorry. Those are the precious moments too. They don’t come back again.

I don’t like people around me sad. I like making people happy.

You know that shit you think about when you’re alone that eats you up inside?…Yeah.

Awake all night with melancholy thoughts…

He had been unable to drive away the gloomy thoughts which kept sleep from his eyes for a long hour… He had solved any number of difficult arithmetical problems, and mentally repeated the same prayer at least twenty times; but the sleep which he obtained after waiting so long and making so many efforts, brought neither rest nor comfort, and the old man struggled all night in the fiery embrace of the fever-god.
It was only in the morning, after awaking and happily falling off into a second sleep, that he enjoyed the peace and repose of both body and soul, which usually characterized his rest. When he again opened his eyes after this delightful morning’s nap, a joyous ray, cast by the rising sun through the bed curtains, danced on the counterpane like a streak of gold, and gave a marvellous brilliancy to its variegated embroideries.

I think racism is something that is passed on and taught to our kids, and that’s a shame.

Hank hugged me and said, “At least it was instant. At least there wasn’t any pain.”
I knew he was only trying to help, but he didn’t get it. There was pain. A dull endless pain in my gut that wouldn’t go away even when I knelt on the stingingly frozen tile of the bathroom, dry-heaving.

Howl pointed a shaky hand up toward the canopy of his bed. “That’s why I love spiders. ‘If at first you don’t succeed, try, try, try, again.’ I keep trying,” he said with great sadness. “But I brought it on myself by making a bargain some years ago, and I know I shall never be able to love anyone properly now.”
The water running out of Howl’s eyes was definitely tears now.

Akira Sohma…The previous head of the family, and Akito’s father. I could even see it as a child. Akira-san…was beautifully fleeting. His doctor had said…that he didn’t have long to live. Perhaps it was because that sadness. Perhaps knowing that his life would be extinguished at such a young age…is what produced that otherworldly beauty.

“I only want to catch you,” Michael explained. “I won’t hurt you.”
“No! No!” the star crackled desperately. “That’s wrong! I’m supposed to die!”
“But I could save you if you’d let me catch you,” Michael told it gently.
“No!” cried the star. “I’d rather die!”
It dived away from Michael’s fingers. Michael plunged for it, but it was too quick for him. It swooped for the nearest marsh pool, and the black water leaped into a blaze of whiteness for just an instant. Then there was a small, dying sizzle. When Sophie hobbled over, Michael was standing watching the last light fade out of a little round lump under the dark water.
“That was sad,” Sophie said.

I wasn’t disappointed. My expectations had been met.

No reason to be angry. Anger just distracts from the all-encompassing sadness, the frank knowledge that you killed her and robbed her of a future and a life.

We’re not really getting along… She always says I’m… that I’m no good. The things I do are always wrong. She says all these terrible things all the time and says it’s for my own good. If I talk back, she only blows up at me… but if I stay quiet… I start to feel like I’m the punching bad. I start to wish… she wasn’t around.

She was so sad, and I didn’t know what to say or do. I think she counted on me to be the one person who would always say and do the right things to help her, but I couldn’t. I just thought she was looking for flowers. I didn’t know she was going to go. She was drunk, just trashed drunk, and I really didn’t think she would drive or anything. I thought she would just cry herself to sleep or something. She walked away, and then I heard a car start. I don’t know what I was thinking.
So I let her go, too. And I’m sorry. I know you loved her. It was hard not to.

Who makes me the happiest, can make me the saddest.

And now I may dismiss my heroine to the sleepless couch, which is the true heroine’s portion – to a pillow strewed with thorns and wet with tears. And lucky may she think herself, if she get another good night’s rest in the course of the next three months.

It’s a strange thing, you have said it thousands of times I am sure…you will never know what you can do until you try. However the sad truth is, that most people never try anything until they know they can do it.

Saying she doesn’t mind being alone…that she’s alright… There isn’t a person alive who’d really feel that way!

You will only drown in your sorrows if you forget to keep your head up.

When you’re feeling down, did you know that you can change it in an instant? Put on a beautiful piece of music or start singing – that’ll change your emotion – or think of something beautiful, think of a baby, maybe one you love, really keep that thought in your mind, block out everything but that thought. I guarantee you’ll start to feel good.

Brain: I can see you’re trying to sleep, can I offer a selection of your worst memories from the last 10 years?

MR. JONSTONE IS A FINE MAN!
Don’t be silly. He’s an obvious sadist, I said.

Life is a circle of happiness, sadness, hard times, and good times. If you are going through hard times, have faith that good times are on the way.

…the true spirit of gastronomic joylessness. Porridge fills the Englishman up, and prunes clear him out.

I basically live out of my truck – I mean from place to place. I feel more at home in my truck than just about anywhere, which is a sad thing to say, but it’s true.

Good morning! Hope the day starts with a happy mood and without any gloom. May God be with you today and always. Have a fresh day.

Normally I hate people who whine all the time, but in your case, it would be okay to complain. Be selfish, say what you want once in a while. It’s okay to let yourself be sad.

Neal: Del, what are you doing here? You said you were going home, what are you doing here?
Del: I uh… I don’t have a home. Marie’s been dead for eight years.

“You look down in the mouth. You all right?”
“Lost a woman.”
“You’ll have others and lose them too.”

Shigure Sohma: Why are Tohru and Kyo sitting with their backs to each other?
Yuki Sohma: They had a fight.
Shigure Sohma: Why are they holding hands then?
Yuki Sohma: They get sad when they fight.

“I miss her so much. So much. I can’t sleep. I just cry. Sometimes when I’m in bed, and my arm loses circulation, or my leg is in a weird position, I think of her. Her stiffness. I just lay there, with my body, frozen, imagining if that’s what she feels like… I lay my tongue out like this, all dry.” He deforms himself. “I twist my wrist, and I tell her, ‘Goodnight.'”

These starving kids in Africa make me so sad. They don’t even have to try to be skinny!

To me, that seemed like an incredibly sad and lonely life, but he was very matter of fact about it; he loved the open road and driving his truck.

She’s the only girl I slept with. I don’t know. Even though we fought, like, ninety-four percent of the time, I’m really sad.

When I’m sad don’t look at me – just kiss me.

It’s true, leaving everyone…will be quite sad. If you left me behind, Kyo-kun…that would be so much worse. I always want to…be by your side. I don’t want to be separated from you. I don’t want to sit here waiting for you. So please-take me with you.

Marcus Copeland: Hey girls!
Karen: Hi.
Tori: So you guys were pretending to be them all the time?
Kevin Copeland: Yes, we were, but we was doing our job. I just hope you guys aren’t too pissed off at us.
Karen: We’re so bummed! We liked Brittany and Tiffany like… so much more when you were them. So much more.
Lisa: So I guess this means we won’t be hanging out anymore.
Kevin Copeland: Aw don’t say that of course we will. We’ll hang out.
Marcus Copeland: Yeah, we’re all gonna get together and we’re gonna goooo…
Marcus Copeland, Kevin Copeland, Karen, Lisa, Tori: SHOPPING!

Last night, Alaska Young was in a terrible accident, and she was killed. Alaska Young has passed away.

We were in this bar in Saigon and this kid comes up, this kid carrying a shoe-shine box. And he says “Shine, please, shine!” I said no. He kept askin’, yeah, and Joey said “Yeah.” And I went to get a couple of beers, and the box was wired, and he opened up the box, fucking blew his body all over the place. And he’s laying there, he’s fucking screaming. There’s pieces of him all over me, just… like this, and I’m tryin’ to pull him off, you know, my friend that’s all over me! I’ve got blood and everything and I’m tryin’ to hold him together! I’m puttin’… the guy’s fuckin’ insides keep coming out! And nobody would help! Nobody would help! He’s saying, sayin’ “I wanna go home! I wanna go home!” He keeps calling my name! “I wanna go home, Johnny! I wanna drive my Chevy!” I said “With what? I can’t find your fuckin’ legs! I can’t find your legs!”

A sad soul is always up past midnight.

It’s over. The end has come. Are you abandoning me…? Deserting me in the end…? Are you leaving me behind…?

Censorship is the tool of those who have the need to hide actualities from themselves and from others. Their fear is only their inability to face what is real, and I can’t vent any anger against them. I only feel this appalling sadness. Somewhere, in their upbringing, they were shielded against the total facts of our existence. They were only taught to look one way when many ways exist.

When love is lost, do not bow your head in sadness; instead keep your head up high and gaze into heaven for that is where your broken heart has been sent to heal.

The coffin was closed. Closed. Never going to see her again. Can’t kiss her forehead. Can’t see her one last time. But I needed to, I needed to see her, and much to loud, I asked, “Why is it closed?” and the man, whose potbelly pushed out from his too-tight suit, turned around and walked toward me.

The worst closure is through an embrace.

Gabrielle: I need to ask you a question.
Manuel: Of course.
Gabrielle: Why did you leave us? I’m just trying to understand why you would just go like that.
Manuel: Okay. Because one day, I looked at your mother and you, and realized you both didn’t mean anything to me anymore. I know it’s hard to understand. But I wasted time being with you and her. And she f**king dies and leaves me with you, who I never wanted. Any more questions? You don’t need to come back.