Browse 3560 quotes about Sad.
“Loneliness is something you get used to until you no longer recognize it as something that needs fixing you simply are lonely and that is that”
Source: Prince of Foxes
“And then we were all alone.”
“Loneliness is not the absence of companions but rather the absence of like-minded companions.”
“Loneliness is not the absence of people but the absence of like-minded people.”
Source: The Depths of A Mad Mind
“I have died a million times,
Only to have taken birth again, Just to solve the mystery that she is. She is my secret, That nobody will ever know or feel…”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism
“I’m so jealous of my loneliness, I’m glad I feel the same again, Naked in the crowd cold alone, These clothes they hide no more, How long am I going to carry this existence? This living is an over hyped routine…”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism
“Silence that sleeps in the heart of the dead, Was once bled to death in the chains of hope, In the utopian fields of loneliness. And now I am victim of my own conscience, Insulate me from my flaws and my kind…”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism
“As I age half dead, without grace, The triumph of the pills and the bills, Shadow, my shadow, my widow, Breathe in, breathe in and breathe out, The signature of stigma as I vaporize in the sun, Into the clouds, my grave, and then rebirth,”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism
“Roselyn I want to do to you something dark, That only our shadows will remember in silence, Before we fade away along this, Silent side of the moss hidden road, That crawls lazily through the woods, And disappears along with the lamppost in the fog ahead…”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism
“Those French poetries in air, Are her whispers somewhere. The silence she breaks with her smile, And a thousand veils of sadness falls in my heart, With just a glimpse of her…”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism
“Like the wines in those cedar, She never ages an inch, For the time ages in place of her, And so the musk ever present in the garden…”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism
“So again we take this chance to blame, This constant breathing has left us lame. But suicide is a higher understanding of life, And all that triumph is not life’s defeat…”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism
“Lady I know for sure you practice extra hard, To be that humble and naive, For if I was even half as beautiful as you, I’d count the stars as my admirers too, For your pure bloodline belongs to heaven…”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism
“She walks into the best of my dreams, And makes me pregnant with life, With all those alibis in her eyes, And those nonchalant harmless humour, That she unleashes to kill her time, Oh I just get drawn into her circle…”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism
“My fair maiden don’t ask, Don’t ask me about my art. You know better what I suffer from, It’s your gift, your grace, Take it away anytime you want, The words flow when you dance inside my heart. Just like the ink and paper, I am just a medium of expression of your beauty…”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism
“There are a thousand ways to love that I know now, And there are a thousand ways to kiss that I know now, A thousand ways to kneel and hold hands in the dark, But only one woman to feel all this for and that would be her…”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism
“It feels so warm inside when I look into your eyes, There is no other place I would love to hide. And if I could save these feelings for the years to follow, Reality would be a bit easier to bear and swallow…”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism
“A pledge of hope, a pledge of patience, We are victims of our own contradiction, Renew the orgasm of ignorance, And follow the promise of peace…”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism
“Do you still prefer those baby blue sweaters, Red umbrellas and yellow hair? Do you still wear the same old summer fragrance that haunts me? Or have you changed it for the man you have coffee with?”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism
“She robs me of my imagination, The symptoms are clear when she is near, My eyes won’t allow me to speak, Its even hard to describe her sins, Oh the August child and her innocence…”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism
“Worship the withered, Leave alone the grief, There is wisdom in nature’s prudence. These emotions are our own conclusion…”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism
“She is the translation of silence, A symphony of the sea, She is best understood without words, Like the prefigure of spring, She is a meaning never heard…”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism
“And petite Neslihan, She is the smile on the face of Earth, A child of Renaissance, God took more time to carve her than you and me, She can be anything to anyone, She is the Eden in blossom, The pleasure is to watch her, Not to touch, For I fear to pollute the divine, Oh she is an art unfolding…”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism
“I need to hurry for I fear to run out of life. For I know I am dealing with a princess here, So teach me how to love you best, Grow on me as I grow on you…”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism
“Every memory either good or bad, Makes us a slave of an ever increasing past, But bondage is life’s eternal message, The real freedom is in her chains…”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism
“Will I find a place in your memory? Or if you choose to write a story, I wonder if you will remember? Or will I be your forgotten December?”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism
“With every breath we can end it all, The gift of life is not for all, But our long bloodless crawl, Like kings without a quest, The real romance is in this feeling of death…”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism
“For a grownup like me, To learn from her, What it takes to love, It comes naturally to her…”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism
“I am scared to look inside me, Except me everyone else is in here, And they said education was the cure, Now of not even one thing that I am sure…”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism
“If your photographs can make me shiver, Even In the warmth of a burning wax. If just a simple glance from you, Can destroy the difference between, Night and day and the time in between, And I even fear to look into those beautiful brown eyes, Are those eyes doors to another realm?”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism
“I want no fate other than what is written by her, For I believe in her providence. And even if my heart is meant to be broken, I want her to do that honour, For I pray to her to grant me a warm ending…”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism
“Feel the bewitchment of silence, Stop the negotiations within, Give up the armistice with failure, When everything is lost which was meant to be, And now all that remains is you…”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism
“Let her flower gracefully, No matter which garden she chooses to be in, No matter which season it is, No matter who the gardener is, Let there be admirers and lovers at her doorsteps, Let there be worshipers at her feet, Let there be love and let her be loved…”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism
“If not my own fantasy then, Whose imagination am I? Not a day goes by wondering, Where exactly am I? Inside my head or inside your eye…”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism
“Before they dress me in black, And leave me in abyss to rot, Hug me one last time, And through my icy cold breathing, Hear my deceased heart saying, Darling I will love you deep, From my eternal chamber of sleep…”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism
“From one pain to another, I walked down a path, I thought I knew so well and how? Another lover leaving without a goodbye…”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism
“Meet me eye to eye, Let the feelings multiply, No more fear, we are near, Hand in hand, Chained by love forever…”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism
“See me now through the eyes of death, Love me now with your every breath…”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism
“And if you ever remember my grave my love, Leave some flowers, letter and kisses, To keep me warm in your memories, I shall wait patiently to meet you again…”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism
“Who you see in mirror is lonely, Reflections are nothing but a work of truth, We are the soldiers without a war, Betrayed once again by the lines…”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism
“My promised land, your heart, I am here, your believer, As I kiss your holy feather feet, A thousand times as a prayer and wait, For you to lift the veil and let me in, Oh it’s a long pilgrimage into you…”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism
“All she need is someone, To buy her all her fun, She looks so happy in that smile, She is content all the while, But she knows deep within her heart, It won’t last her all the mile…”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism
“Thy praises I sang night and day, Life was blur but better this way, Now you left and so did my smile, Memories they ache and difficult to hide…”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism
“She is the room I lock myself in, When I try to hide from my life. It’s her smile that I use, To erase those unholy hours. For she is the real gardener of my soul…”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism
“It’s her gift that I smile, More often than I could. It’s her gift that I love, More often than I would. It’s her gift that I believe in living, More often than I should…”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism
“It’s such a beautiful day to die today, Nothing is coming my way, No more pressure and nothing to say, I think it’s time for a summer spray…”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism
“I fear to lose you more than losing my life, I wonder is there any difference between the two? My fears may be unfound but still I fear, And this fear is eating me to the point, That I can’t live without loving you even more…”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism
“And the memories of your childhood scar, Photographs, dimples and glasses, Recollection of the scent of your naked skin, And after shower hair, You should know and learn to forgive me, For the innocent things I do to you inside my mind…”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism
“To each eyes that you comfort, You mean something different. As if a thousand lives that you have lived, You could be anything to anyone. I wonder how you would like to be remembered. To me you are the sweet maiden, Who is busy writing my life on paper. Or are you a story I am living, Through your dove like eyes…”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism
“There are no bad memories that haunt me, No good memories to hold on too. Neither a giver of hope nor receiver of any. Neither the seeker of the first dawn nor the last. Neither the worshipper of number nor of any name. All I want is to be my own lover, Let me be my own first and the very last desire,”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism