Sadness Love Quotes
Sadness Love Quote of the day
I don’t know what they are called, the spaces between seconds– but I think of you always in those intervals.
They say when you are missing someone that they are probably feeling the same, but I don't think it's possible for you to miss me as much as I'm missing you right now
What is the point of roaming the world when it's the same misery everywhere?
The essence of romantic love is that wonderful beginning, after which sadness and impossibility may become the rule.
Like them you are tall and taciturn, and you are sad, all at once, like a voyage.
Was it the infinite sadness of her eyes that drew him or the mirror of himself that he found in the gorgeous clarity of her mind?
The sadness of the women's movement is that they don't allow the necessity of love. See, I don't personally trust any revolution where love is not allowed.
Benvolio: What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours? Romeo: Not having that, which, having, makes them short.
The happiest she'd ever been was with him, and the saddest. Was that the true test of love?
I wish... I wish he wasn't quite so ashamed of me. And if he could stop feeling so ashamed of himself, then maybe we might stand a chance.
Birds sing even when the world is filled with sadness. I don't know why people can't do the same thing.
Strange that grief should now almost choke me, because another human being's eye has failed to greet mine.
I will do anything. Anything, Blaire, just to be near you. I can’t think about anything else. I can’t focus on anything. So never think you’re inconveniencing me. You need me, I’m there.
The memory of how he felt when he cared about her was going to be the most painful thing after he began to hate her.
Do you know how many people would give anything for what you have? Not the fame or wealth—the opportunity to wake up tomorrow healthy, pain free and with a future stretching out before them?
Some love is so powerful after all, that it must always include sadness, because encrypted within it is the knowledge that someday it will come to an end.
April and May were painful, lonely months for me because I couldn't talk to you. I never knew that spring could be so painful and lonely. Better to have three Februaries than a spring like this.
My health is only just good enough for myself alone, not good enough for marriage, let alone fatherhood. Yet when I read your letter, I feel I could overlook even what cannot possibly be overlooked.
Today I saw shooting Star was looking totally like me (broken), But nothing happen to the Moon, was exactly like you
Love doesn't always show us the sad and the sorrowful part of it, it only shows us the happy circle a gain and a gain.
The worst way to miss someone is to have them sitting right next to you and know you can never have them.
We weren't so different, Finn and I. Cages come in lots of colors and shapes. Some are gilded, while others have a slamming door. But golden handcuffs are still handcuffs.
Last night, I realized that it is possible for love to die in an instant. It felt sickening to lie with you in the same bed and have your arms wrapped tightly around me. It no longer felt right.
Thomas had never seen anything like her in his life, and he knew, with a beautiful sort of sadness, that he never would again.
She had quickly learned that to show unhappiness was to risk the loss of love.
Happiness got me two ungrateful sons, a husband who hates me, and a painful reality living as the shunned wife. If you think this happiness you’re clinging to will last, think again.
There is often grief that comes with loving, Moshe. But it is worth it.
I want roles without anger and feistiness. I want to show weakness and sadness, some love, some happiness.
Sometimes you have to give the hurt a noise and let it out. If you don’t, it fills you up with its emptiness.
I am poppies in the fieldRed and cold I am sleeping alone and I am lightI am lightI am light
From that moment our love became sad, and sadness is a disease which gives the death-blow to affection.
He loved her. And she loved him. And in such bliss does devastation grow.
Tonight I can write the saddest linesI loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
You never have to suffer because of, or be denatured by, another person, even someone you love.
