“There are lazy minds as well as lazy bodies.”
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Sad Quotes — page 98 of 475
“British business is disappointed that the MPC felt unable to act more boldly to counter the worsening economic circumstances and the sharp slowdown in the pace of economic activity,.”
“When we reflect on the shortness and uncertainty of life, how despicable seem all our pursuits of happiness.”
“Pain is not the same as suffering. Left to itself, the body discharges pain spontaneously, letting go of it the moment that the underlying cause is healed. Suffering is pain that we hold on to. It comes from the mind’s mysterious instinct to believe that pain is good, or that it cannot be escaped, or that the person deserves it.”
“If you sell your soul to the devil, you get more grain.”
“It would be hard to play a character you don't like - for me anyway - or can't find something in them to like.”
“I don't remember going to bed, but in the morning, there I was.”
“I wish to weep but sorrow is stupid. I wish to believe but belief is a graveyard.”
“There's no light at the end of the tunnel, there isn't even a tunnel. The best thing I can do is get drunk and listen to classical music. Or sleep and wait for death to get closer. Leaving this will not be a horrible thing. Yet I'm glad, somehow, that I threw my words in the air: confetti, celebrating nothing.”
“You think when you wake up in the mornin yesterday don't count. But yesterday is all that does count. What else is there? Your life is made out of the days it’s made out of. Nothin else.”
“I wish everyone had the same chances," I say. "Because it stinks a big one that they don't." - Catherine”
“The greatest violence is seeing a child go to bed hungry.”
“He who is still laughing is he who hasn't heard the terrible news.”
“All this talk about equality. The only thing people really have in common is that they are all going to die.”
“A lot of people say there is no happiness in this life and certainly there's no permanent happiness. But self-sufficiency creates happiness.”
“Today they say that we are free, only to be chained in poverty.”
“February. Get ink, shed tears. Write of it, sob your heart out, sing, While torrential slush that roars Burns in the blackness of the spring. Go hire a buggy. For six grivnas, Race through the noice of bells and wheels To where the ink and all you grieving Are muffled when the rainshower falls. To where, like pears burnt black as charcoal, A myriad rooks, plucked from the trees, Fall down into the puddles, hurl Dry sadness deep into the eyes. Below, the wet black earth shows through, With sudden cries the wind is pitted, The more haphazard, the more true The poetry that sobs its heart out.”
“But - I cannot make a choice. I have my own sorrow, but I suffer with him, too; I share his pain. I understand all - that is my trouble.”
“Don't wait for the last judgment - it takes place every day.”
“Who lives longer? The man who takes heroin for two years and dies, or a man who lives on roast beef, water and potatoes 'till 95? One passes his 24 months in eternity. All the years of the beefeater are lived only in time.”