Quotations About / On:
The sad truth is that excellence makes people nervous.
(Shana Alexander (b. 1925), U.S. writer, editor. (First published 1966). "Neglected Kidsthe Bright Ones," The Feminine Eye (1970).)
Reminiscences make one feel so deliciously aged and sad.
(George Bernard Shaw (1856-1950), Anglo-Irish playwright, critic. The Irrational Knot, ch. 14 (1905).)
Reinhold Niebuhr observes that the sad duty of politics is to establish justice in a sinful world.
(Jimmy Carter (James Earl Carter, Jr.) (b. 1924), U.S. president. Why Not the Best? P. 93, Nashville, TN: Broadman Press (1975).
He is describing the compatibility of religion and politics.)
Timidity keeps me safe and sad in a narrow room.
(Mason Cooley (b. 1927), U.S. aphorist. City Aphorisms, Eighth Selection, New York (1991).)
We're buying this, but why do you sing the same sad songs all women sing?
(Katharine S. White (1892-1977), U.S. editor and book reviewer. As quoted in Onward and Upward, Prologue, by Linda H. Davis (1986).
White, Fiction Editor of the New York Times, sent this note to Phyllis McGinley in the 1940s, along with a check, when buying a skillful, but conventional, story she had submitted. According to McGinley's daughter, she later said "repeatedly" that this had "changed the direction of her whole career.")
Morality comes with the sad wisdom of age, when the sense of curiosity has withered.
(Graham Greene (1904-1991), British novelist. A Sort of Life, ch. 7, sct. 1 (1971).)
The psychiatrist's office: the only place I can be sure my story will be treated as sad, but interesting.
(Mason Cooley (b. 1927), U.S. aphorist. City Aphorisms, Third Selection, New York (1986).)
I have a piece of great and sad news to tell you: I am dead.
(Jean Cocteau (1889-1963), French author, filmmaker. repr. In Collected Works, vol. 4 (1947). "Visite," Discours du Grand Sommeil (1920).)
I had rather have a fool to make me merry than experience to make me sadand to travel for it too!
(William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Rosalind, in As You Like It, act 4, sc. 1, l. 27-9.
To Jaques, who has been defining his particular melancholy.)
I see her close beside me with silent lips sad and tremulous.
(Walt Whitman (1819-1892), U.S. poet. Once I Pass'd through a Populous City (l. 7). . .
The Complete Poems [Walt Whitman]. Francis Murphy, ed. (1975; repr. 1986) Penguin Books.)