Sad Souls Quotes

There are always a few sad souls who want to be king. ~ Neil T. Anderson

We thank Thee, O Father of all, for ... all the soul-help that sad souls understand. ~ Will Carleton

The eyes of the sad souls become friends with shadows, not with lights! ~ Mehmet Murat Ildan

The most important thing is sensitivity. Many people have sex and don't feel anything, and that seems kind of sad to me. The answer is not necessarily the avoidance of sex, but learning to be sensitive and to love and to care. ~ Frederick Lenz

What we learn through sharing our memories and our sadness's and our little victories with each other is that it's okay to feel sad. Or lost. Or angry. It's okay to feel a whole host of things that other people might not understand, and often for a long time. Everyone has his or her own journey. We don't judge. ~ Jojo Moyes

The Soul's secrets from within - help unlock the secrets of all that exists, without. ~ Eleesha

Mokona: Please! Fai is about to die! Yûko!
Fai: Y... You... can't... While I'm still ailve... Syaoran-kun's magic still lives. Even half of that power is too much... Nothing... will be able to stop him.
Mokona: Fai!!
Kurogane: *punches hole in wall* Who told you to make that decision now?!
Mokona: No! Kurogane!! *Kurogane grabs Fai by the collar*
Fai: Sorry... *Fai collapses*
Kurogane: Witch... Is there any way to keep him from dying?
Yûko: Yes, there is. ~ CLAMP

Melancholy is the pleasure of being sad. ~ Victor Hugo

A merry heart goes all the way, - A sad one tires inan hour. ~ William Shakespeare

Love is for every age auspicious,
But for the virginal and young
Its impulses are more propitious
Like vernal storms on meadows sprung:
They freshen in the rain of passion,
Ripening in their renovation –
And life, empowered, sends up shoots
Of richest blooms and sweetest fruits.
But at a late age, dry and fruitless,
The final stage to which we're led,
Sad is the trace of passions dead:
Thus storms in autumn, cold and ruthless,
Transform the field into a slough,
And strip the trees from root to bough. ~ Alexander Pushkin

AND SOME SOULS ARE CRAP!" Castor barked. ~ Soman Chainani

Forgetting himself for a moment, Francis brought his hand out from under his frock in order to bless the multitude. When the people saw his wound they bellowed madly. The women dashed forward with mantles outstretched to catch the drops; the men thrust in their hands and anointed their faces with blood. The villagers' expressions grew savage, and so did their souls. They longed to be able to tear the Saint limb from limb in order for each of them to claim a mouthful of his flesh, for they wanted to make him their own, to have him enter them so that they could become one with a saint - could be sanctified. Blind rage had overpowered them; their eyes were leaden, their lips ringed with froth. ~ Nikos Kazantzakis

My brother," Will growled. "And your friend. You'd better not treat him the way you treat me. ~ Courtney Allison Moulton

Equipped as he is by his very nature for worship, man cannot not worship ; and if his outlook is cut off from the spiritual plane, he will find a "god" to worship at some lower level, thus endowing something relative with what belongs only to the Absolute. Hence the existence today of so many "words to conjure with" like "freedom", "equality", "literacy", "science", "civilization", words at the utterance of which a multitude of souls fall prostrate in sub-mental adoration. ~ Martin Lings

Man who TOY with Womans feelings and
emotions are heartless & faithless creatures.
But don't hate them. Show empathy because
they are poor & forgotten souls ! ~ Lily Amis

People often shit themselves when they die. Their muscles slack and their souls flutter free and everything else just...slips out. ~ Jay Kristoff

Teach the child to respect that which is not respectable and you teach the child the first requirement of slavery: submission to unjust authority. Children are persons. They are small persons whose perfect souls have not yet been ground through the meat grinder of slavery. ~ Gerry Spence

What should I feel after carving my bones? peeling off my skin? after sculpted my soul and damaging my fervour, just as the way you desire your appetite must be.
Abandoned, forsaken, empty, perhaps.. ~ Ehddah

It has been found that people are more sensitive to negative faces, picking sad and angry expressions out of a crowd more quickly than positive ones. This is perhaps because we use them as indicators of threat. ~ Glen Wilson

God did not reveal every final detail for a reason. He rarely does. If He did, then we would be justified in simply waiting for the Antichrist to come and get us. We would be entirely justified in digging holes in the ground as secret hideouts to store our survival food. But instead, God desires us to actually wrestle with Him in prayer, not only for our own souls and those of our families, but also for the very nations that we live in and call home. ~ Joel Richardson

There are few sights sadder than a ruined book. ~ Lemony Snicket

The science fiction writer cuts out her heart. It is a thousand hearts. It is all the hearts she will ever have. It is her only child's dead heart. It is the heart of herself when she is old and nothing she ever wrote can be revised again. It is a heart that says with its wet beating mouth: Time is the same thing as light. Both arrive long after they began, bearing sad messages. How lovely you are. I love you.
The science fiction writer steals her heart from herself to bring it into the light. She escapes her old heart through a smoke hole and becomes a self-referencing system of imperfect, but elegant, memory. She sews up her heart into her own leg and gives birth to it twenty years later on the long highway to Ohio. The heat of herself dividing echoes forward and back, and she accretes, bursts, and begins again the long process of her own super-compression until her heart is an egg containing everything. She eats of her heart and knows she is naked. She throws her heart into the abyss and it falls a long way, winking like a red star. ~ Catherynne M. Valente

One day, I will wake up with a terrible longing for you. And in some corner of the world, your heart will skip several beats at the thought of my name. And you'll finally know what I meant when I said: When you stand near a burning pyre, the heat tends to rub off on you. ~ Ayushee Ghoshal

I believe that all great art holds the power to dissolve things: time, distance, difference, injustice, alienation, despair. I believe that all great art holds the power to mend things: join, comfort, inspire hope in fellowship, reconcile us to our selves. Art is good for my soul precisely because it reminds me that we have souls in the first place. ~ Tilda Swinton

The old days of an inner circle of like-minded souls communicating with parchment and quill pens are gone. Sooner or later most things will be revealed. ~ Robert Harris

That's how lonely and sad I was. Dying is not that hard. Lime the air being sucked slowly out of a room, the will to live was slowly seeping out of me. When you feel like rhat, dying doesn't seem like such a big deal. ~ Haruki Murakami

There are slavish souls who carry their appreciation for favors done them so far that they strangle themselves with the rope of gratitude. ~ Friedrich Nietzsche

When Kestrel opened her eyes, she was lying in her bed. Someone had built a fire, which sent ripples of orange light over the ceiling. An oil lamp burned on the night table, casting her father's face into extremes of shadow and bone. He had drawn a chair close and perhaps had been sleeping in it, but his eyes were alert.
"Your knee needs to be tapped," he said.
She looked at it. Someone--her father?--had cut away the right legging at her thigh, and below the sheared black cloth her knee was swollen to twice its normal size. It felt tight and hot.
"I don't know what that means," Kestrel said, "but it doesn't sound very nice."
"Irex dislocated your kneecap. It slipped back into place, but the blow must have torn your muscle. Your knee's filling with blood. That's what's causing you so much pain: the swelling." He hesitated. "I have some experience with this kind of wound, on the battlefield. I can drain it. You'll feel better. But I would have to use a knife."
Kestrel remembered him cutting her mother's arm, blood weaving through his fingers as he tried to close the wound. He looked at her now, and she thought that he was seeing the same thing, or seeing Kestrel remember it, and that they were mirroring each other's nightmare.
His gaze fell to his scarred hands. "I've sent for a doctor. You can wait until she comes, if you prefer." His voice was flat, yet there was a small, sad note that probably only she would have heard. "I wouldn't suggest this ~ Marie Rutkoski

Every morning I sit at the kitchen table over a tall glass of water swallowing pills. (So my hands won't shake.) (So my heart won't race.) (So my face won't thaw.) (So my blood won't mold.) (So the voices won't scream.) (So I don't reach for knives.) (So I keep out of the oven.) (So I eat every morsel.) (So the wine goes bitter.) (So I remember the laundry.) (So I remember to call.) (So I remember the name of each pill.) (So I remember the name of each sickness.) (So I keep my hands inside my hands.) (So the city won't rattle.) (So I don't weep on the bus.) (So I don't wander the guardrail.) (So the flashbacks go quiet.) (So the insomnia sleeps.) (So I don't jump at car horns.) (So I don't jump at cat-calls.) (So I don't jump a bridge.) (So I don't twitch.) (So I don't riot.) (So I don't slit a strange man's throat.) ~ Jeanann Verlee

Finch eyed me suspiciously, and then smiled. "You are officially the coolest person I know."
"That's sad, Finch. You should get out more," I said, stopping at the cafeteria entrance. ~ Jamie McGuire

A nap is not to be confused with sleeping. We sleep to recharge our bodies. We nap to care for our souls. When we nap, we are resting our eyes while our imaginations soar. Getting ready for the next round. Sorting, sifting, separating the profound from the profane, the possible from the improbable. Rehearsing our acceptance speech for the Nobel Prize, our surprise on receiving the MacArthur genius award. This requires a prone position. If we're lucky, we might drift off, but we won't drift far. Just far enough to ransom our creativity from chaos. ~ Sarah Ban Breathnach

I wrote 'Soul Keeping' because we are taught more about how to care for our cars than how to steward our souls. But you cannot have an impactful life with an impoverished soul. ~ John Ortberg

When we tend to be too hard on those we love, we erode the softness of our souls in the process, taking out the humanity within us that is the nucleus of our goodness, even if our actions are for their own sake. ~ Janvier Chouteu-Chando

I Love Jesus Christ and that is why I am on fire with the desire to give Him souls, first of all my own, and then an incalculable number of others. ~ Alphonsus Liguori

All I wanted was just you,
All I dreamed of was always you,
I just wanted love,
The love that I gave,
The love that deserve,
But then I got confused,
I got ignored, I got denied, I got refused,
I just wanted to be with you, I wanted to give you a hug, and see you,
But you have ever done was give me your back,
You didn't talk to me you didn't reply to me,
And you acted like I have did some thing bad
Even though the only crime I have done was love you,



You decided to give me away, and make me sad.
I tried, I went all the way to mars for you and you haven't even replied.
You just made me more desperate,
And made me go back and forth for you like a tide, ~ Abdelrahman M. Alsamraie

I always have the perfect love but i don't always have the perfect ending ~ Robert M. Siguenza

You'd better do what you feel good about doing. If we [try] to figure out what it is the audience wants and then try to deliver it to them, we're lost souls on the ghost ship forever. ~ Dan Rather

Come to school! Come to school. Before they kill you all, come to school!
[Silence]
[MR M looks around the empty classroom. He goes to his table, and after composing himself, opens the class register and reads out the names as he did every morning as he did at the start of a new day.]
Johnny Awu, living or dead? Christopher Bandla, living or dead? Zandile Cwati, living or dead? Semphiwe Dambuza ... Ronald Gxasheka ... Noloyiso Mfundweni ... Stephen Gaika ... Zachzriah Javabu ... Thami ... Thami Mbikwana ... [Pause] Living or dead?
How many young souls do I have to present this morning? There are a lot of well-aimed stray bullets flying around on the streets out there. Is that why this silence is so ... heavy? ~ Athol Fugard