Antoine de Saint-Exupery Quotes

You see, one loves the sunset when one is so sad.

One day," you said to me, "I saw the sunset forty-four times!" And a little later you added: "You know-- one loves the sunset, when one is so sad..." "Were you so sad, then?" I asked, "on the day of the forty-four sunsets?" But the little prince made no reply.

I'm so involved in melancholy.

There's definitely sadness happening in this band. I get melancholy every day about things.

I imagine there's a market for total depression. I grew up on George Jones and that really dark stuff.

I'm always weeping at something or other.

The delta blues is a low-down, dirty shame blues. It's a sad, big wide sound, something to make you think about people who are dead or the women who left you.

Fans say I have a lot of sorrow in my eyes. It's true.

I have heartaches, I have blues. No matter what you got, the blues is there. 'Cause that's all I know - the blues. And I can sing the blues so deep until you can have this room full of money and I can give you the blues.

Grief is an emotion that's almost unplayable because you're in a separate emotional state; it's an inconsolable emotion.

I grew up in a house that was in a constant state of mourning.

Tears fall in my heart like the rain on the town.

Christmas makes everything twice as sad.

Pathetic

I was a very sad little girl.

Most of life is sad.

I'm very much drawn to melancholy and those kinds of emotions.

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

As a boy and even now, I am wont to melancholy. I do, probably once a day, experience a sincere heartbreak.

I'm always sad.

I was wishing I was invisible. Outside, the leaves were falling to the ground, and I was infinitely sad, sad down to my bones. I was sad for Phoebe and her parents and Prudence and Mike, sad for the leaves that were dying, and sad for myself, for something I had lost.

Nature always wears the colors of the spirit. To a man laboring under calamity the heat of his own fire hath sadness in it. Then there is a kind of contempt of the landscape felt by him who has just lost by death a dear friend. The sky is less grand as it shuts down over less worth in the population.

Suddenly this defeat. This rain. The blues gone gray And the browns gone gray And yellow A terrible amber. In the cold streets Your warm body. In whatever room Your warm body. Among all the people Your absence The people who are always Not you. I have been easy with trees Too long. Too familiar with mountains. Joy has been a habit. Now Suddenly This rain.

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.