I M Sad Quotes

If the sky had no tears, the world would have no rainbows.

Worry makes you weaker, regret makes you sadder, hate makes you angrier, but hope makes you stronger, and love makes you happier.

When life’s journey is wearisome, put on hope’s shoes.

...and when we die we die alone I cry, I cry aloneLike a piece of stone I am thrown into the wavy ocean of lifeto atone...to atoneOnly to atone...

The bad chapters of your life lead to the good ones if you keep turning the pages.

Today’s storms usher in tomorrow’s sunshine.

Your deepest scars tell the world of your greatest triumphs.

Learn this now and learn it well. Like a compass facing north, a man’s accusing finger always finds a woman. Always. You remember that, Mariam.

I was satisfied that I had done my best. She was insane.

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

The most beautiful things often stand alone.

I keep breaking things, as if to see what's going on inside of me.

What broke your heart so badThat you had to close every door, That you say you have a dark soulAnd can't utter the word 'love' anymore?

Thoughts eat me creepy words crush my head.. I hear them talk, they scream and howl for each other.. Weeping souls longing trapped in a cage full time.

When dark situations arise, it is opportunity for you to reveal the leader in you. Rise and deal with them.

Art, and sadness, which last forever.

There's no crying in the rank book.

Stop explaining to others, people will only understand from their level of discernment.

Fear is the most prodigious enemy of our soul

Respect is reverence out of love, Fear is reverence out of hate.Choose Wisely

For all I see, humanity is lost. It's devastatingly sad.

Life is a lie. We should fear it more than death. We live fearful of dying, terrified of the unknown … when, really, every truth is in our last breath.

Worry notif you are in darknessand the void sucks you in further.This is not the place we go to die.It’s where we are bornand our stories begin.

A feeling is not bottomless. once felt all the way through, a great peace greets you there

It doesn’t matter whether you are looking for a reason to be happy or sad, you will always find it.

Forgiveness is a transformative act because it asks you to be a more empathetic and compassionate person, thereby making you better than the person you were when you were first hurt.

If we danced and shared music, we'd be too busy en-joy-in' life to start a war.

A void in my chest was beginning to fill with anger. Quiet, defeated anger that guaranteed me the right to my hurt, that believed no one could possibly understand that hurt.

If not towards his case to give him glimpses of what could be a happy future, it stayed back at least to warrant her happiness, stayed back with the pain that strangely didn’t hurt anymore.

Maybe that's what writers do-Maybe they exaggerate pain just so that you feel okay about what you're feeling.

Words can hurt, but words can also inspire.

When sadness knows the reason of tears, heart prepares to carry the ache for years

Maybe I should stop while I'm aheadNay, I swim with sea-demons no sweet summer tuned radioover my sunless desertscapehow does it burn without the sun?

I'm not afraid to dieno today . . . maybe tomorrow.But I'll not dieno today . . . maybe tomorrow.Tomorrow I will go awayfrom this life that I've just borrowed!

Many people will tell that it is not for a man to cry, but they may not know how is to feel your head empty and only tears will come out to stand up for you.

I wanted to see her sad. Taste her tears. I wanted to know what she sounded like when she cried. In pain, in pleasure, in both.

I wished that I had died, it would have been better for everyone

I didn't feel very lucky. Why me, I kept asking myself. Why had this happened to me?

The past does not define me, it ignites me. The past is not a piece of me, it has placed me

This empty shell holds nothing but the echoes of what was.

I amBroken single motherDisconnected loverSlow motion dresserDark secret confessorWhite flag trendProfessional dead end

And the pain is too much it’s too much it’s too much and my hands are on my head and I’m rearing back and my mouth is open in a never-ending wordless wail of all the blackness that’s inside of me.

Sadness is a bruise on the skin of memory.

If this constant bitter disappointment was love, then I was perfectly fine not to have anything to do with it.

You are alone, So alone, You speak back to silence.People call it loneliness, You call it solitude, Different words, Meaning the same pain.

Never say you understand someone's pain if you haven't felt the same, because not only would you sound mocking but also ignorant.

The difference is, Now I cant call you anymore…I cant hear your calming voice, I cant hear your wordsThat made me always feel better, Now I am just all aloneIn this dark and cold room

I missed him so much that it felt like a physical pain in the area below my ribs. I opened my mouth to accommodate it. I put my hand to it. A hollow, aching, piercing place.

I feel so lonely every night and every day and I still push everyone away…

I can’t get her out of my head