Browse 3560 quotes about Sad.
“Please make me a part, Of all your innocent rituals in red, And then tie me up with your yellow knots, Until I am sober in my head…”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism
“I got some Herbs, I need some bones, From the graves of our past, Let’s burn some skeletons without soul, Let’s sniff some more gum and coal…”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism
“I carry the weight of my emptiness, And see the world through eyes of needs, These needs breeds more habits, And these habits preserve my loneliness…”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism
“It’s the winter of my youth now, And there is no one even to hug, The girl I longed for never came, And all the waiting turned into, These long and lonely hours, Which faded into the pages of some books… And what is left of all this learning now, If not just worries and fears.”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism
“Every passing day I am a shadow of yesterday, As nameless as any other passer-by, While slowly life leaks away and time passes by, Only responsibilities and wrinkles multiply, And destiny is all that is left as an alibi…”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism
“I feel now like a cigarette in a dustbin, In two minds about everything, Educated only to procrastinate, Until tomorrow as always, As my mind wanders endlessly…”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism
“All those coffees have turned into sour kisses, And now her black smoked eyes, Are searching for an escape, In those bottles of Vodka.”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism
“As I battle this plague from past, I pin my hope in your sacred grace, Thy love shall resurrect itself I know, In the most unholiest of places…”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism
“And when our smiles meet I become speechless, My pen becomes wordless by thy sight, So I choose silence in your presence, Oh! The joy to watch you without judgment…”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism
“You gave birth to this century, To an age I call my life, And you coloured my hidden emotions, So I could express them while I am alive…”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism
“We lose more than we ever gain, But this lust just never ends, So gather whatever you may today, Before time comes and takes everything away…”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism
“Now all that is left of education for me, Is to read and write your name, Those blank pages invite me evermore, To fill them over and over, With your memories that ever grows…”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism
“And although my life is not a blessing, I still bless your name, For whatever little joy in my life that is left, It is left in hearing your name…”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism
“I do leave my bed to see tomorrow, And traverse the landscape that my desires paint, But every night when I return to my bed, My existence seems to be a mere exercise in repetition…”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism
“She came, She saw, She conquered, And how easily I surrendered, Without even giving a fight, So blinded was I by her radiant light, She pierced my heart with a single touch, Her bewitching eyelashes and whispering smile, Left me paralyzed for a while,”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism
“And here I am on my borrowed time.”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism
“I fear a future that I cannot grasp, As I bargain myself through this life. My promises are fantasies which I sell and buy, And the more I lust the more I lie,”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism
“The things I love, And the things I hate, Are all inside my head, Still not content with what I waste, And whatever pleases me I chase. So when do I stop this haste?”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism
“Shall come to pass the weather of failure, As hopes exposes itself in layers, What winter loses is springs gain, The dawn shall seek the dark again…”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism
“Come and infect me, With the happiness you suffer from. Come and bring me, To the point of tears. Come and haunt me, I wait here lonely. Oh come just to break your vows again…”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism
“I wonder why she hides her pretty eyes, Behind those Wayfarers, it’s such a waste, Is it sadness or the neon lights?”
“I offered my love wrapped in words, But she knew she could do much better than just words. And now she is in love again, Undressed in the arms of another man…”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism
“And to a start and to an end, If ever you exist except inside my head, Know that time ceaselessly walks uninvited, Towards an ending for a new beginning of another end…”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism
“My lines have already been drawn, In her pristine existence. For she can stop my clock, And change my time into space, And I can feel all this, Without an ounce of spirit…”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism
“She lives the same old story, Of promises that were never meant to be, She knows she better hurry, Before the sun sets on her youthful hue…”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism
“And for me to see all this, A strange happiness crosses my mind, For I wait patiently for her heart to get broken, So I could beg at her doorsteps again…”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism
“Ever split your heart into two? Or were you busy buying those foreign dreams, From lips you wouldn’t have otherwise kissed, But now all your best laid plans, Ended up in tears and cans, And it pains now even without loving. Do you remember that boy, Who wanted to be your man?”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism
“Oh passer-by, but let not her smile deceive you, Into believing that you can possess her too, For she was here long before you, For she would be here long after you turn into ashes, For she is no one’s, yet everyone’s to love…”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism
“If not for those kisses that she plants on me, The bruises that time leaves would never heal, And I surrender to the warmth of her embrace, As she teaches me how to feel and let go of things…”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism
“No woman would ever explore me, For nothing is left in me for them to claim. They still think of you when they think of me, For they know how brutally you loved me once…”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism
“You have scarred me for a lifetime, Even the angels won’t take me without your permission. I’m your leftover they say, And I’m all yours to keep…”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism
“God gifted me this life, But the days pass by without a choice, And to keep discovering the same old things, Oh to find myself on the verge of nowhere. I keep reminding my loneliness, Everything is but just a passing phase…”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism
“Sitting beneath the Nazi Cross, Counting all her past lovers, Whose names she barely remembers, I wonder, to her, if they are just a number, For her smile widens with every count, Her favorite pass time post bedtime, Feeling guilty to what she did to them, But the smile refuses to fade, For God, innocently she says, will forgive her and all her guilty pleasures, Because that’s his duty to do so…”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism
“The believers sing the holy songs of fear, Virgin silence has long bled to tears, Fear no more child the mother says, You shall be safe again in another grave…”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism
“She rests in peace somewhere in heaven, As I am still counting the years, it has been seven, Of what made her happy back then is now hurting me much, As I delve through her memories here on earth, Dear Lord this love should never have taken birth. Of what made her happy back then is now hurting me much.”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism
“To forget easily is not a gift I am blessed with, The winters and those valentines, I did my loving all the time, But now the difference, She sits in heaven with saint valentine,”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism
“What do I know? Of how your lips taste, And how your kisses heal, And how your hugs feel. What do I know of how it feels? To drown in your eyes, And to rest in your arms. I can but only imagine…”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism
“Hidden in the air, The feeling slowly grows, And then the haunting starts, Like some whispering in the dark, Intoxicating the mind, And then I know it’s time, To worship her shrine…”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism
“The journey is to find our way back to the start, And seek the future in our past, For far into the distance I see someone like me, Trying to figure out the same old lie that life is…”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism
“There is no hurry in heaven, No time runs up there, Even the Gods have a disease, Boredom they say. Live, please don’t leave, No river of wine flows up there, No water too pure to cure your sins, No land too holy to die for, Live, don’t leave…”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism
“And your eye lashes do that to me every now and then, Make my heart skip a beat. Do that to me often so I can, Complain to God about this life being so short, And beg him for another life time besides you…”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism
“Suffer now they said for a better distant life, It’s a lie I need to believe in because everyone else does. And I wonder if self-control means waiting? Because that’s the only thing I have ever done…”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism
“Busy painting the trees green, To bring back her spring, You make the snow look so pale, Do you belong to some fairy tale?”
Source: Narcissistic Romanticism
“I am a foreigner in this place right now. Not just this empty house – a house that once held such joy and laughter, a house marked by family and faith. But this world too. It’s like I’m a refugee, always running, running, running. And every time I arrive somewhere, hoping for sanctuary, I’m met with rejection.”
Source: Every Bright and Broken Thing
“She thinks of the 4 a.m. lonelinesses that have folded
her up like death, discordant, without logical and
beautiful conclusion.”
Source: She Had Some Horses
“He felt misery, loneliness, a terrible need for love.”
Source: The Message To The Planet
“this is the last house in summer
and now is the double loneliness
of missing a party you don't even want to be at.”
Source: By the Numbers
“Second semester will get better, had to get better, Madison thought. If nothing else, through sheer force of will, perhaps she could make it better. And if she told enough people that things were going to go well this time around, said it out loud repeatedly, maybe she could even convince herself.”
Source: What Made Maddy Run: The Secret Struggles and Tragic Death of an All-American Teen
“Every boat needs a captain. Even when it's empty.”
“For the briefest moment, Ulla despised Signy, as we can only hate those who rescue us from loneliness.”
Source: The Language of Thorns: Midnight Tales and Dangerous Magic