"sad"タグの名言

I have poured my heart out …. And now I am empty.

The only place I ever felt at home was with you. There isn’t a place for me anywhere anymore… I’ve been evicted.

A great poet to me is a person who can describe a painting in such ways that even a person with closed eyes can feel the pain of the artist.

Duka terbuat dari air mata yang diusir dari kediamannya.

I fought and fought until I lost the battle, then I fought some more until I lost the war

You were the sun to my moon. But to you? I was just another celestial body in a sky full of stars.

surround yourself in a pool of misery and you too shall drown in it - (G Swiss)

The Abandoned Did you ever wonder Why abandoned houses looked so sad Much like the people Their exterior was only for the function We would not feel so sad If we recognized That the spirit of the house Had already moved on The dream remained

Because you let our love just fall apart You no longer have my heart

One of the most difficult things he'd ever done was turn away and leave her standing in the shadows.

I have always wanted to give you the world, so I started giving you pieces of the oceans that kept us apart.

Still, she really did seem to be absurdly into this. It was almost existentially unsettling, that two people in such close physical proximity could be experiencing the same moment so differently.

You should not have to rip yourself into pieces to keep others whole.

Every so often, over the next day or so, she would find herself in a gray, daydreamy mood, missing something, and she'd realize that it was Robert she missed, not the real Robert but the Robert she'd imagined on the other end of all those text messages during break.

While waiting for her to phone me at school I'd feel seconds bursting inside me and leaving clouds. That won't come again—it can't. I'll never have that with anyone else. I'll never even come close.

So ended . . . a royal friendship which once could not be contained within the common bounds of love.

Like a wave we often float ashore to find something that feels like home.

We often hold on to someone who actually wants us to let go.

Everything in her life, she could see now, had taken the same turn—as for love, she often puzzled and puzzled, without ever allowing herself to be fully sad, as to what could be wrong with the formula. It does not work, she thought. At times there were moments when she asked herself if she could have been in the wrong: she would almost rather think that. What she thought she regretted was her lack of guard, her wayward extravagance—but had she all the time been more guarded than she imagined, had she been deceitful, had she been seen through? For what had always happened she could still not account. There seemed to be some way she did not know of by which people managed to understand each other.

We all have a side of ourselves that we can never explain.