David Byrne Quotes

To be mad is to feel with excruciating intensity the sadness and joy of a time which has not arrived or has already been.

Her cry was the saddest sound of orgasm that I had ever heard.

So sadness is a place?' Giovanni asked. 'Sometimes people live there for years,'I said.

I'm attracted to pathos, because life is mostly pathos. I've had a lot of it in my life.

To be bowed by grief is folly; Naught is gained by melancholy; Better than the pain of thinking, Is to steep the sense in drinking.

In deep sadness there is no place for sentimentality.

I love sad. Sadness makes you feel more than anything.

Some things you just don't get over.

Sometimes, I cry because I'm sad, and sometimes, I cry just because it's just emotional and it's super awesome.

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

This game will make you cry more often than not.

I've always had a hard time just being angry or just being really sad - the bigger emotions.

I've had an amazing life, but I think I was born with a little bit of sadness in me. I've always been attracted to those things, whether it's sad movies, sad music... when you're sad, you feel everything in a greater way than you do when you're happy.

Life Lesson 3: You can't rush grief. It has its own timetable. All you can do is make sure there are lots of soft places around - beds, pillows, arms, laps.

For a moment she'd wondered if the seal around her sockets were tight enough to allow the tears simply to go on and fill up the entire lens space and never dry. She could carry the sadness of the moment with her that way forever, see the world refracted through those tears, those specific tears, as if indices as yet unfound varied in important ways from cry to cry.

But I saw the pain and sadness in everything, and swirled it round my mouth like a fine wine.

Melancholy and remorse forms the deep leaden keel which enables us to sail into the wind of reality.

For a human being, sadness is as powerful as terror. Sadness makes a warrior shed tears of blood.

I was feeling everything too much. Everything pulled at my eyes. I spent hours floating in pools.

While she cut the mushrooms, she cried more than she had at the grave, the most so far, because she found the saddest thing of all to be the simple truth of her capacity to move on.

But I don't want to have to stop feeling. I really think I'd rather die than stop feeling.

Passion. It lies in all of us. Sleeping... waiting... and though unwanted, unbidden, it will stir... open its jaws and howl. It speaks to us... guides us. Passion rules us all. And we obey. What other choice do we have? Passion is the source of our finest moments. The joy of love... the clarity of hatred... the ecstasy of grief. It hurts sometimes more than we can bear. If we could live without passion, maybe we'd know some kind of peace. But we would be hollow. Empty rooms, shuttered and dank. Without passion, we'd be truly dead.

Eyes that have never wept cannot comprehend sorrow.

Grief can have a quality of profound healing because we are forced to a depth of feeling that is usually below the threshold of awareness.

Man, when he does not grieve, hardly exists.