I Am Not Unique In My Elegiac Sadness At Watching Reading Die, In The Era That Celebrates Stephen King And J.k. Rowling Rather Than Charles Dickens And Lewis Carroll.
You Wouldn't Be Human If You Didn't Feel Both A Sense Of Responsibility And A Deep Sadness For Those Who Have Lost Their Lives.
Immortality: A Toy Which People Cry For, And On Their Knees Apply For, Dispute, Contend And Lie For, And If Allowed Would Be Right Proud Eternally To Die For.
That's A Kortan Dahuk. That's The First Alien We See In The Film [valerian]. That's Another Artist. The First One Was Chinese, The One With The Space Station. This One Is American. Personally, That's My Favorite Alien. I Love Him. I Love His Profile And His Face. There Is Such A Sweetness And Almost A Sadness In His Face.
Having No Children Had Been A Kind Of Choice Up To The Moment When, From A Choice, It Became A Sadness.
Sadness Came Into The World With Satan - That World Our Saviour Never Prayed For, The World You Say I Do Not Know. Oh, It Is Not So Difficult To Recognize: It Is The World That Prefers Cold To Warmth! What Can God Find To Say To Those Who, Of Their Own Free Will, Of Their Own Weight Incline Towards Sadness And Turn Instinctively Towards The Night?
So Time Doesn't Count, And Place Does?' I Said This To Tease Her. When I Was A Man, I Liked Teasing Her And She Went Along With It, Consenting, For It Reminded Us Both Of A Sadness That Had Passed.
The World Is Not An Idea As Asserted By Philosophers Who Have Dedicated Their Entire Lives To The Exploration Of Ideas. First And Foremost The World Is Passion. But Passion Is Associated With Sadness. Sadness Does Not Only Arise From Death Which Makes Us Face The Eternity, But Also From Life Which Causes Us To Confront The Time.
When Whitney Houston Died, I Felt Great Sadness. My Sadness, Of Course, Was About Our Collective Loss - When You Listened To This Nightingale Sing, Your Body Would Drop Into A Chair, Your Head Would Tilt Up, A Small Smile Would Creep Across Your Face, And Inside You Knew That There Was A Higher Power Somewhere: Gifted, Beautiful, Spiritual.
With One Long Breath, Caught And Held In His Chest, He Fought His Sadness Over His Solitary Life. Don't Cry, You Idiot! Live Or Die, But Don't Poison Everything.
Every Green Thing Loves To Die In Bright Colors. The Vegetable Cohorts March Glowing Out Of The Year In Flaming Dresses, As If To Leave This Earth Were A Triumph And Not A Sadness. It Is Never Nature That Is Sad, But Only We, That Dare Not Look Back On The Past, And That Have Not Its Prophecy Of The Future In Our Bosoms.
