Category: sad quotes. Page 1090

Hopeless thoughts do not give sleep,
Lonely pain does not dispel sadness.
Looking for snow behind the glass the heat of the night passers-by.
I freeze...
Dirty monitor gives me hope,
Cigarette smoke will fix only minute
Icy emptiness of a broken heart...
Warm up...

I'm sorry I have to "you",
Sorry for the lack of love and infidelity,
Forgive my naive dreams,
I'm sorry for the fear I'm sorry for the jealousy.
Stupid words and the pain I'm sorry
For children's laughter and vulgar confessions
To the stupidity of stubborn silence,
And my worthless efforts.
Sorry for these stupid poems,
And for others that will
I'm sorry for not committed sins,
Not perfect do not judge.
I'm sorry, what am I on Earth
I'm sorry, and if not,
I'm sorry to remember you,
I'm sorry that the heart will not forget.

Come look at me.
Come. I'm alive. I'm in pain.

You can never be too sure that you love. You're loved, no matter what. That may take another five or ten years, and you will not stop loving...

And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had.
It just strikes me as kind of funny,
And it seems kind of sad:
Those dreams in which im dying
The best that ever happened to me.

Fuck me the city in which the backs of others to make mistakes, but never met you.

Fuck me the city in which no longer meet you.
To move the mountains from eight to five, fleeing the ruthless work
And then in the old places appear and not having met you.

We were never alive and we wont be born again.
We have never lived and won't be born again.

Hanging in the sky, a month, a musty, floor - mount steers. And around, no matter how much spin your head around, absolutely nothing that would have pleased soul.

This time she will not come back and I'll have to learn to live without her, and I was counting on the opposite: to die with her.

Simple failure - one moment in pain!

In our meetings, which are so rare
So little heat, and like the hen,
We sit quietly and seems to be decorous,
And where is the soul? You can't see it.
We are so far, but when the
We had soul, and not wool,
And candle eyes glowing so bright,
Now instead of them lapping yesterday's welding
Muddy, cold, yesterday's welding.

I'm always surrounded by sadness. This is evident in my books, and journal publications. I deal with sadness. Maybe this feeling is not dominant, but I immersed in grief. When I stay with him one on one, I always cover the melancholy, and I'm looking at the reality, immersed in reflection. Sadness prevails in my mood. However, you know what I can and smile and joke. But alone I'm usually sad.

My memories like a fly frozen in amber.