“The fascination of what's difficult Has dried the sap out of my veins, and rent Spontaneous joy and natural content Out of my heart.”
Sad feeling
Sad Quotes — page 107 of 475
“All of us failed to match our dreams of perfection. So I rate us on the base of our splendid failure to do the impossible.”
“There is a tendency to want to treat blacks as a monolithic socioeconomic group.”
“Crime, family dissolution, welfare, and low levels of social organization are fundamentally a consequence of the disappearance of work.”
“This passion, and the death of a dear friend, would go near to make a man look sad.”
“But miserable most, to love unloved? This you should pity rather than despise”
“Rapine, avarice, expense, This is idolatry; and these we adore; Plain living and high thinking are no more.”
“Chains tie us down by land and sea; And wishes, vain as mine, may be All that is left to comfort thee.”
“Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower.”
“I loathed every day and regret every moment I spent in a school.”
“The chief problem about death, incidentally, is the fear that there may be no afterlife - a depressing thought, particularly for those who bothered to shave. Also, there is the fear that there is an afterlife but no one will know where it's being held. On the plus side, death is one of the few things that can be done as easily laying down.”
“If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you also miss the stars.”
“The cruel of heart have their own black happiness.”
“Women are all the bloody sameyou can't love for five minutes without wanting it abolished in brats and house bloody wifery.”
“Yes, there is no denying it, any longer, it is not you who are dead, but all the others. So you get up and go to your mother, who thinks she is alive. That's my impression. But now I shall have to get myself out of this ditch. How joyfully I would vanish here, sinking deeper and deeper under the rains.”
“James Joyce: His writing is not about something. It is the thing itself.”
“She felt, as she felt so often with Murphy, spattered with words that went dead as soon as they sounded; each word obliterated, before it had time to make sense, by the word that came next; so that in the end she did not know what had been said. It was like difficult music heard for the first time.”
“Artists must be sacrificed to their art.”
“You can't build joy on a feeling of self-loathing.”
“It is better that some should be unhappy rather than that none should be happy, which would be the case in a general state of equality.”