Quotations About / On:
Sad. Nothing more than sad. Let's not call it a tragedy; a broken heart is never a tragedy. Only untimely death is a tragedy.
(Angela Carter (1940-1992), British postmodern novelist. repr. Penguin. Wise Children, ch. 3, Chatto & Windus (1991).)
When you feel sad and and you don't know why,
but it feels as though you have lost your best friend,
fall on your knees and speak to Allah swt,
His door is always open.
Some say it's sad when people you know become people you knew but not if you didn't treat them like you wanted to know them.
If your feelings for her be pure
Through the good times and the bad,
The joyful and the sad,
Your love (and hers) will endure.
(Words Left Unsaid,
Laugh loudly. Then when people stare at you, keep laughing, and make them feel sad to not be in on the laughing, and then they will start laughing, and then all will be well.
The rich man has, but he is always sad. The poor man laughs a lot because, he has nothing.
It is a time when one's spirit is subdued and sad, one knows not why; when the past seems a storm-swept desolation, life a vanity and a burden, and the future but a way to death.
(Mark Twain [Samuel Langhorne Clemens] (1835-1910), U.S. author, and Charles Dudley Warner (1892-1900), U.S. author. Of Laura Hawkins's mood. The Gilded Age, ch. 60 (1873).)
Considered in its entirety, psychoanalysis won't do. It's an end product, moreover, like a dinosaur or a zeppelin; no better theory can ever be erected on its ruins, which will remain for ever one of the saddest and strangest of all landmarks in the history of twentieth-century thought.
(Peter B. Medawar (1915-1987), British immunologist. "Further Comments on Psychoanalysis," The Hope of Progress (1972).)
When she laughed, I wanted her again. A while later, she asked me if I loved her. I answered that it did not mean anything, but that it seemed to me that I did not. She seemed sad.
(Albert Camus (1913-1960), French-Algerian novelist, dramatist, philosopher. The Stranger, p. 55, Gallimard (1942).)
He wrote me sad Mother's Day stories. He'd always kill me in the stories and tell me how bad he felt about it. It was enough to bring a tear to a mother's eye.
(Connie Zastoupil, U.S. mother of Quentin Tarantino, director of film Pulp Fiction. Rolling Stone, p. 76 (December 29, 1994).)