sadness [Theme] Page 62

You only need a good night's sleep, or actually ten minutes, or eat an entire pint of chocolate ice cream, and then all of it together is the best medicine you can imagine.

By the evening it reached the desired: he was alone in the ocean of my grief, alone in the maelstrom of his aimless guilt, alone even in his loneliness. I'm not sad, again and again he repeated. - I'm not sad. Like you hope one day to convince yourself that. Or cheat. Or convince others - the only thing worse than the sadness is when you cannot hide it from others. I'm not sad. I'm not sad. But his life, like the empty white room, was full of unlimited opportunities for happiness. When he fell asleep, the heart was folded at the foot of his bed, just pet, living by himself. But the next morning it appeared again in the cage, behind the bars of ribs, a little heavy, faint, but, as before, working flawlessly.

All of us regret anything, even the most happy. You can not enjoy a Sunny day if you never knew bad weather, as it is impossible to be sad about someone you never met. Joy and sadness are inseparable.

- I once also it was sad for ten minutes and then passed.
Yes, ten minutes is a long time.

The sadness is too soft and a pleasant word.

Music is the best consolation for the grieved person.
(Music is the greatest solace, it refreshes the heart and grant him peace.)

Hello, sadness.

When you asked what it means to "miss you". It is about the combination of reverie, reverie, music, gratitude that I feel joy because you exist, and waves of heat in the heart.

Loneliness has become some kind of embarrassing disease. Why is everyone so afraid of it? Yes, because it makes you think. Today, Descartes would not have written: "I think, therefore I exist." He would say: "I am one - so I think." No one wants to be left alone: it frees up too much time for reflection. And the more you think, the smarter - and therefore sadder.

Sometimes it makes me unbearably sad, but overall life goes on as usual.

... today, I need things accompanying me in my sadness. Like rain..

The heavy sadness that comes with the first loss, when you haven't learned what pain is and what hope is.

The right to sing sad songs belongs not to those who have occasion for sadness, and the one whose voice sounds sadly. The one who wakes up in tears, unable to remember why.