“Whatever poet, orator, or sage may say of it, old age is still old age.”
Sad feeling
Sad Quotes — page 155 of 475
“There is a Reaper, whose name is Death, And, with his sickle keen, He reaps the bearded grain at a breath, And the flowers that grow between.”
“Day's lustrous eyes grow heavy in sweet death.”
“When he has lost all hope, all object in life, man becomes a monster in his misery.”
“You sensed that you should be following a different path, a more ambitious one, you felt that you were destined for other things but you had no idea how to achieve them and in your misery you began to hate everything around you.”
“What terrible tragedies realism inflicts on people.”
“I am a sick man...I am a spiteful man. I am an unattractive man. I think my liver is diseased. Then again, I don't know a thing about my illness; I'm not even sure what hurts.”
“I don't mind suffering as long as it's really about something. I don't mind great luck, if it's about something. If it's the hollow stuff, then there's no gift, one way or the other.”
“what is joy without sorrow? what is success without failure? what is a win without a loss? what is health without illness? you have to experience each if you are to appreciate the other. there is always going to be suffering. it’s how you look at your suffering, how you deal with it, that will define you.”
“Bad feeling is a country no woman want to visit. So they take good feeling any which way it come. Sometime that good feeling come by taking on a different kind of bad feeling.”
“Nobody is healthy in London, nobody can be.”
“The man who meditates is a depraved animal.”
“Our greatest evils flow from ourselves.”
“The English people think they are free; they are greatly deceived; they are free only during the election of members of Parliament.”
“I would hope that racism is something that just does not work in this day and age, but I know otherwise.”
“Life is an ordeal, albeit an exciting one, but I wouldn't trade it for the good old days of poverty and obscurity.”
“Tell me where are the flashbacks they all warned us would come?”
“No man who ever held the office of president would congratulate a friend on obtaining it.”
“For two summers not a blue wing, not a blue warble. I seemed to miss something kindred and precious from my environment--the visible embodiment of the tender sky and wistful soil. What a loss, I said, to coming generations of dwellers in the country--no bluebird in spring!”
“Late in the winter of my seventeenth year, my mother decided I was depressed, presumably because I rarely left the house, spent quite a lot of time in bed, read the same book over and over, ate infrequently, and devoted quite a bit of my abundant free time to thinking about death.”