#sad

"I’ve got a way with love. Away with love."

"So it’s true, when all is said and done, grief is the price we pay for love."

"I'll sleep forever and meet you in my dreams; it'll hurt less anyway. But the pain of losing you was worth the pleasure of having you, and I rest in bed knowing you'll know for the rest of your life what you are missing.-Karen Quan and Jarod Kintz"

"The Young Man came to the Old Man seeking counsel.I broke something, Old Man.How badly is it broken?It's in a million little pieces.I'm afraid I can't help you.Why?There's nothing you can do.Why?It can't be fixed.Why?It's broken beyond repair. It's in a million little pieces."

"I walked down the hall and saw that [she] was sitting on the floor next to a chair. This is always a bad sign. It's a slippery slope, and it's best just to sit in chairs, to eat when hungry, to sleep and rise and work. But we have all been there. Chairs are for people, and you're not sure if you are one."

"I know that some endeavor to throw the mantle of romance over the subject and treat woman like some ideal existence, not liable to the ills of life. Let those deal in fancy who have nothing better to deal in; we have to do with sober, sad realities, with stubborn facts."

"He does something to me, that boy. Every time. It’s his only detriment. He steps on my heart. He makes me cry."

"I’m learning to play the saxophone so when you feel lonely I can come over and stand in the shadows and play it for you. Two is one too lonely for me."

"I can't set my hopes too high,'Cause every hello ends with a goodbye."

"One of the most difficult things he'd ever done was turn away and leave her standing in the shadows."

"true apothecary thy drugs art quick"

"you're an expert at sorry and keeping the lines blurry"

"Absence from whom we love is worse than death, and frustrates hope severer than despair."

"You asked why I couldn't forgive you,"Nick said, very quietly, and I jumped a little. "It was because you were the love of my life, Harper. And you didn't want to be. That's hard to let go."

"I don't think all writers are sad, she said.I think it's the other way around—all sad people write."

"It was a hurting tune, resigned, a cry of heartache for all in the world that fell apart. As ash rose black against the brilliant sky, Fire's fiddle cried out for the dead, and for the living who stay behind to say goodbye."