Laurie Halse Anderson Quotes

I had sadness for breakfast.

I was a very sad little girl.

I feel like crying and sadness has brought an actual change to the shape of my mouth.

There's definitely sadness happening in this band. I get melancholy every day about things.

Sadness is no more than a bit of acid transfixed in the cerebellum.

I'm a lost soul. We do wail.

Oh, my darling, wish you were here! And my dark soul is happy again, because it does not know how to be anything else for very long, and because the pain is a deep dark sea in which I would drown if I did not sail my little craft steadily over the surface, steadily towards a sun which will never rise.

I imagine there's a market for total depression. I grew up on George Jones and that really dark stuff.

I'm so involved in melancholy.

It's a brooding melancholy that haunts me.

I will indulge my sorrows, and give way to all the pangs and fury of despair.

A sad soul can kill quicker than a germ.

Them pains, when blues pains grab you, you'll sing the blues right.

One can find so many pains when the rain is falling.

It's raining my soul, it's raining, but it's raining dead eyes.

When it was all over, and I was left alone in my office, I put my face in my hands and wept. I could do nothing less.

There is a lot of sadness in America.

I wear a lot of black. Like my heart.

Grief, for me, is a moment-to-moment experience.

I cry sometimes. I get very upset.

I'm here to be lovesick, broke and drifting, writing heartache songs and singing about pain and misery and depression, with a few good times here and there.

I had always thought of myself as a sanguine person, quite light and airy. But for a long while, no one could have possibly made me laugh or smile. It was awful.

In the lives of the saddest of us, there are bright days like this, when we feel as if we could take the great world in our arms and kiss it. Then come the gloomy hours, when the fire will neither burn on our hearths nor in our hearts; and all without and within is dismal, cold, and dark. Believe me, every heart has its secret sorrows, which the world knows not, and oftentimes we call a man cold, when he is only sad.

It is a time when one's spirit is subdued and sad, one knows not why; when the past seems a storm-swept desolation, life a vanity and a burden, and the future but a way to death.

It is said that scattered through Despair's domain are a multitude of tiny windows, hanging in the void. Each window looks out onto a different scene, being, in our world, a mirror. Sometimes you will look into a mirror and feel the eyes of Despair upon you, feel her hook catch and snag on your heart.