Never did anybody look so sad. Bitter and black, halfway down, in the darkness, in the shaft which ran from the sunlight to the depths, perhaps a tear formed; a tear fell; the waves swayed this way and that, received it, and were at rest. Never did anybody look so sad.
For me, it's owning the fact that I have a sensitive disposition along with a rampant imagination that makes up stories and convinces me they're true. I feel things intensely, and that sometimes brings me on wave of profound sorrow.
Real misery cuts off all paths to itself.
He was weeping. Although 'weeping' really is to small a word for the activity the kind had undertaken. Tears were cascading from his eyes. A small puddle had formed at his feet. I am not exaggerating. The king, it seemed, was intent on crying himself a river.
Life possesses an amazing array of profoundly sad faces.
In his face there came to be a brooding peace that is seen most often in the faces of the very sorrowful or the very wise. But still he wandered through the streets of the town, always silent and alone.
Sorrow only increased with knowledge.
Such things as anguish, woe, affliction, guilt, feelings of awfulness, and utter wretchedness, the bread and butter of Days of Yore and Russians, sadly have very little staying power in these lickety-split Modern Times.
No words suffice the secret soul to show, For truth denies all eloquence to woe.
Love cannot exist in peace, it will always come accompanied by agonies, ecstasies, intense joys and profound sadnesses.
It's been a misery for me, living with Christine Keeler.
It's not possible to put into words the sense of loss and grief that comes to a family that loses one of their children.
When I saw 'Ankahee,' I was very moved. I felt broken inside.
Sorrow burns up a great amount of shallowness.
There’s a moment of profound sadness that can be dispelled only by summoning my anger.
For a human being, sadness is as powerful as terror. Sadness makes a warrior shed tears of blood.
Tragedy ought really to be a great kick at misery.
there does seem to me something sad in life. It is hard to say what it is. I don't mean the sorrow that we all know, like illness and poverty and death. No, it is something different. It is there, deep down, deep down, part of one, like one's breathing.
