“Can wealth give happiness? look around and see, what gay distress! what splendid misery! Whatever fortunes lavishly can pour, the mind annihilates and calls for more.”
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Sad Quotes — page 205 of 475
“Certainly my life will not ever be as private and discreet, and perhaps I should even use the word insulated, as it was before”
“It's a really bad idea to be in a band and get involved with each other.”
“It is painful to doubt the sincerity of those we love.”
“The worst part about celebrating another birthday is the shock that you're only as well as you are.”
“I wish there were shortcuts to wisdom and self-knowledge: cuter abysses or three-day spa wilderness experiences. Sadly, it doesn't work that way. I so resent this.”
“Now I am just an elderly lady who is full of spleen, who humps around greater Boston in a God-awful hat, who never lived and yet outlived her time, hating men and dogs and Democrats.”
“And thus Snow White became the prince's bride. The wicked queen was invited to the wedding feast and when she arrived there were red-hot iron shoes, in the manner of red-hot roller skates, clamped upon her feet.”
“The soul was not cured, it was as full as a clothes closet of dresses that did not fit.”
“Yes I try to kill myself in small amounts, an innocuous occupation. Actually I'm hung up on it.”
“I find now, swallowing one teaspoon of pain, that it drops downward to the past where it mixes with last year’s cupful and downward into a decade’s quart and downward into a lifetime’s ocean. I alternate treading water and deadman’s float.”
“Blue eyes wash off sometimes.”
“Perfection is not when there is no more to add, but no more to take away.”
“To forget a friend is sad. Not every one has had a friend. And if I forget him, I may become like the grown−ups who are no longer interested in anything but figures.”
“I did not know how to reach him, how to catch up with him... The land of tears is so mysterious.”
“No one finds fault with defects which are the result of nature.”
“Madness is badness of spirit, when one seeks profit from all sources.”
“Men cling to life even at the cost of enduring great misfortune.”
“I cannot live without brainwork. What else is there to live for? Stand at the window here. Was ever such a dreary, dismal, unprofitable world? See how the yellow fog swirls down the street and drifts across the duncoloured houses. What could be more hopelessly prosaic and material?”
“Yet birth, and lust, and illness, and death are changeless things, and when one of these harsh facts springs out upon a man at some sudden turn of the path of life, it dashes off for the moment his mask of civilization and gives a glimpse of the stranger and stronger face below.”