“In secret we met - In silence I grieve, That thy heart could forget, Thy spirit deceive. If I should meet thee After long years, How should I greet thee? - With silence and tears”
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Sad Quotes — page 189 of 475
“When we two parted In silence and tears, Half broken-hearted, To sever for years.”
“Oh who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried.”
“It would be difficult, perhaps, to find the annals of a nation less stained with crimes than those of the Armenians, whose virtues have been those of peace, and their vices those of compulsion. But whatever may have been their destiny and it has been bitter whatever it may be in future, their country must ever be one of the most interesting on the globe.”
“Next to dressing for a rout or ball, undressing is a woe.”
“'Tis very certain the desire of life prolongs it.”
“When the last living thing Has died on account of us, How poetical it would be If Earth could say, In a voice floating up Perhaps From the floor Of the Grand Canyon, "It is done." People did not like it here.”
“I was a victim of a series of accidents, as are we all.”
“Do you realize that all great literature is all about what a bummer it is to be a human being? Isn't it such a relief to have somebody say that?”
“I went to engineering school, I went to physics class. I said, 'Screw this, I don't want to be here. I'd much rather be at a club playing music.”
“I am a President held prisoner, that I haven't resigned and I will not resign.”
“A time will come when you will find that in gaining a brief joy you have lost your peace forever.”
“Christmas won't be Christmas without any presents.”
“Yet it was impossible for me to say to people, 'Speak louder, shout, for I am deaf.' Ah, how could I possibly admit an infirmity in the one sense which ought to be more perfect in me than others, a sense which I once possessed in the highest perfection, a perfection such as few in my profession enjoy or ever have enjoyed.”
“In Germany I have been acknowledged again since the fall of Hitler, but my works, partly suppressed by the Nazis and partly destroyed by the war; have not yet been republished there.”
“And what has become of it, where is that onetime love? Now it is the grave of a bird, a drop of black quartz, a chunk of wood eroded by the rain.”
“It's not what people do to you, but what they mean, that hurts.”
“I cannot get any sense of an enemy - only of a disaster.”
“Ours is essentially a tragic age, so we refuse to take it tragically.”
“Sometimes life takes hold of one, carries the body along, accomplishes one's history, and yet is not real, but leaves oneself as it were slurred over.”