Laini Taylor Quotes

Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.

I've still gotta come across as happy when inside I feel crap!

The only way to overcome sadness is to consume it.

You'd be amazed at the pain and tears a single smile hides.

My heart was a little bit broken, but I still had to go to school. I buttoned my dress shirt over it and my winter coat, too. I hoped it didn't show too much.

I find I have to be the sad clown: laughing on the outside, crying on the inside.

In my dream, I was drowning my sorrows But my sorrows they learned to swim

When the music is over, she keeps her head down till she finds her seat again, and I wonder how many times each day she dies a little.

The way sadness works is one of the strangest riddles of the world.

How often is immense sadness mistaken for courage?

It didn't take a trauma to make you wear a mask. It didn't take your parents getting shot...or cosmic rays or a power ring...Just the perfect combination of loneliness and despair.

Elizabeth had never been more at a loss to make her feelings appear what they were not. It was necessary to laugh, when she would rather have cried.

He'd come back, all open and helpless, and I suppose that's what won her around in the end. But it was so sad, because it was being himself that he found so difficult to cope with.

I'm unhappy as Dylan Thomas was, because I'm not, but I've had my brushes with sadness.

Sorrow was all my soul; I scarce believed, Till grief did tell me roundly, that I lived.

The silence is perfect, and yet a torment.

Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave My heart into my mouth.

I cannot choose to ignore this feeling, of life slowly bleeding out of me. I cannot ignore the fact that life only makes sense to me when I see a smile, or feel another hand in mine.

I'm currently in the middle of a depression. I couldn't really tell you what set it off, but I think it stems from my cowardice, which confronts me at every turn.

Laughter and bitterness are often the veils with which a sore heart wraps its weakness from the world.

Guess I'll weep awhile. Guess I won't, I mean.

I don't know of a great artist who did not sacrifice and thereby have to wrestle with the depths of loneliness and sadness.

And smiles to go before I weep, And Smiles to go before I weep.

There were always in me, two women at least, one woman desperate and bewildered, who felt she was drowning and another who would leap into a scene, as upon a stage, conceal her true emotions because they were weaknesses, helplessness, despair, and present to the world only a smile, an eagerness, curiosity, enthusiasm, interest.

Cities at night, I feel, contain men who cry in their sleep and then say Nothing. It's nothing. Just sad dreams. Or something like that...Swing low in your weep ship, with your tear scans and sob probes, and you would mark them. Women--and they can be wives, lovers, gaunt muses, fat nurses, obsessions, devourers, exes, nemeses--will wake and turn to these men and ask, with female need-to-know, "What is it?" And the men will say, "Nothing. No it isn't anything really. Just sad dreams.