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Sad Quotes — 370 Sad Quotes, Each Checked to Its Source

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December; And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.

Edgar Allan Poe · The Raven (1845), st. 2

By night on my bed I sought him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, but I found him not.

The Bible · Song of Solomon 3:1

Laugh, and the world laughs with you; Weep, and you weep alone.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox · Solitude (1883), st. 1

I have been bent and broken, but—I hope—into a better shape.

Charles Dickens · Estella to Pip in the ruined garden of Satis House, eleven years on, in the novel's final chapter; the sentence before says "suffering has been stronger than all other teaching, and has taught me to understand what your heart used to be."

There’s rosemary, that’s for remembrance… and there is pansies, that’s for thoughts.

William Shakespeare · Hamlet (1600–1601), IV, v

The death of kings can be recited, but not of one’s child.

James Salter · Burning the Days (1997)

If I should meet thee after long years, how should I greet thee? With silence and tears.

Lord Byron · The closing lines of "When We Two Parted," about a parting whose wound has not healed, written about an affair he kept secret all his life.

O God! that bread should be so dear, And flesh and blood so cheap!

Thomas Hood · The Song of the Shirt (1843), st. 5

Now cracks a noble heart. Good night, sweet prince, And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!

William Shakespeare · Hamlet (1600–1601), V, ii

Tut, tut, good enough to toss; food for powder, food for powder; they’ll fill a pit as well as better.

William Shakespeare · King Henry IV, Part I, IV, ii

Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak Whispers the o’er-fraught heart and bids it break.

William Shakespeare · Macbeth (1606), IV, iii

Ah, no; the years, the years; Down their chiseled names the raindrop plows.

Thomas Hardy · During Wind and Rain (1917), st. 4

Forget for a while that you have glasses on your nose and autumn in your heart.

Isaac Babel · Odessa Stories (1926), How Things Were Done in Odessa

I wish I had done everything on earth with you.

Daisy Buchanan · Carey Mulligan's Daisy in Baz Luhrmann's The Great Gatsby (2013) · Daisy to Gatsby among his shirts in the 2013 film; the line is Baz Luhrmann and Craig Pearce's, not Fitzgerald's, and it is not in the novel.

Very early in my life it was too late.

Marguerite Duras · The Lover (1984)

Do you think, because I am poor, obscure, plain, and little, I am soulless and heartless? You think wrong!—I have as much soul as you,—and full as much heart!

Charlotte Brontë · Jane to Rochester in the orchard at Thornfield when she believes he is to marry Blanche Ingram and she must leave him; it is this outburst that draws his proposal.

The youth gets together his materials to build a bridge to the moon, or, perchance, a palace or temple on the earth, and, at length, the middle-aged man concludes to build a woodshed with them.

Henry David Thoreau · Journal (July 14, 1852)

I am the only child of parents who weighed, measured, and priced everything; for whom what could not be weighed, measured, and priced had no existence.

Charles Dickens · Little Dorrit (1857), bk. I, ch. 2

Sad Quotes

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December; And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.

By night on my bed I sought him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, but I found him not.

Laugh, and the world laughs with you; Weep, and you weep alone.

I have been bent and broken, but—I hope—into a better shape.

There’s rosemary, that’s for remembrance… and there is pansies, that’s for thoughts.

The death of kings can be recited, but not of one’s child.

If I should meet thee after long years, how should I greet thee? With silence and tears.

O God! that bread should be so dear, And flesh and blood so cheap!

Now cracks a noble heart. Good night, sweet prince, And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!

Tut, tut, good enough to toss; food for powder, food for powder; they’ll fill a pit as well as better.

Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak Whispers the o’er-fraught heart and bids it break.

Ah, no; the years, the years; Down their chiseled names the raindrop plows.

Forget for a while that you have glasses on your nose and autumn in your heart.

I wish I had done everything on earth with you.

Very early in my life it was too late.

Do you think, because I am poor, obscure, plain, and little, I am soulless and heartless? You think wrong!—I have as much soul as you,—and full as much heart!

The youth gets together his materials to build a bridge to the moon, or, perchance, a palace or temple on the earth, and, at length, the middle-aged man concludes to build a woodshed with them.

It seems to be the fate of idealists to obtain what they have struggled for in a form which destroys their ideals.

I see, not feel, how beautiful they are!

Loves are like empires: when the idea they are founded on crumbles, they, too, fade away.

I hate and I love. Why I do so, perhaps you ask. I know not, but I feel it and I am in torment.

They shoot horses, don't they?

Melancholy is at the bottom of everything, just as at the end of all rivers is the sea.

I am the only child of parents who weighed, measured, and priced everything; for whom what could not be weighed, measured, and priced had no existence.

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