“I had seen nothing sacred, and the things that were glorious had no glory and the sacrifices were like the stockyards at Chicago if nothing was done with the meat except to bury it.”
Sad feeling
Sad Quotes — page 195 of 475
“Oh Jake," Brett said, "We could have had such a damned good time together." Ahead was a mounted policeman in khaki directing traffic. He raised his baton. The car slowed suddenly, pressing Brett against me. Yes," I said. "Isn't it pretty to think so?”
“Misery is the end of those with unbridled mouths.”
“Ill-gotten wealth is never stable.”
“Evil men by their own nature cannot ever prosper.”
“The gods visit the sins of the fathers upon the children.”
“Fate finds for every man; his share of misery.”
“Happiness is brief. It will not stay. God batters at its sails.”
“Youth holds no society with grief.”
“They who are sad find somehow sweetness in tears.”
“I'm from the dirty depths of New Jersey.”
“I'm not really book-smart.”
“The details surrounding both my marriage and subsequent filing for divorce are private, and I had hoped to keep them that way for the sake of my family.”
“I don't really think of time off as writing blocks. I think that's a western notion of demonizing inactivity. When your imagination decides it needs to take a nap. maybe that's what it needs to do.”
“Anyone not paranoid in this world must be crazy. . . . Speaking of paranoia, it's true that I do not know exactly who my enemies are. But that of course is exactly why I'm paranoid.”
“It frightened him to think what must have gone to the making of her eyes.”
“I was just a screw or cog in the great machine I called life, and when I dropped out of it I found I was of no use anywhere else.”
“I discovered early that crying makes my nose red, and the knowledge has helped me through several painful episodes.”
“She had been bored all afternoon by Percy Gryce... but she could not ignore him on the morrow, she must follow up her success, must submit to more boredom, must be ready with fresh compliances and adaptibilities, and all on the bare chance that he might ultimately decide to do her the honour of boring her for life.”
“My first few weeks in America are always miserable, because the tastes I am cursed with are all of a kind that cannot be gratified here, and I am not enough in sympathy with our gross public to make up for the lack on the aesthetic side. One's friends are delightful; but we are none of us Americans, we don't think or feel as the Americans do, we are the wretched exotics produced in a European glass-house, the most displaced and useless class on earth!”