Famous Quotes & Sayings

William Stafford

So, the world happens twice --once what we see it as;second it legends itselfdeep, the way it is.

Tracy McCormick

We had called for a widespread 1 to 2 inches of rain this weekend. This week, we're watching what happens to the remnants of Hurricane Wilma." ()

Joan Didion

This one is really fantastic, ... It's not about grieving. It's about what happens when people die.

Tony Judt

History always happens to us and nothing ever stays the same.

Tea Obreht

You never know what's going to happen in your life, and you never know what's going to happen in someone else's life either.

Steve Backley

Like everything in life, it is not what happens to you but how you respond to it that counts.

Philip Larkin

Something, like nothing, happens anywhere.

Chris Beatty

Life will throw stones at you, and it's what you do when that happens that counts.

Alfred Adler

Life happens at the level of events, not words

Charles Bukowski

I felt like crying but nothing came out. it was just a sort of sad sickness, sick sad, when you can't feel any worse. I think you know it. I think everybody knows it now and then. but I think I have known it pretty often, too often.

Sylvia Plath

I talk to God but the sky is empty.

Madonna Ciccone

I made a vow that I would never need another person ever. Turned my heart into a cage, a victim of a kind of rage.

Gregory Maguire

That was such a wonderful time, even in its strangeness and sadness-and life isn't the same now. It's wonderful, but it isn't the same.

Ignacy Jan Paderewski

Music expresses first of all sadness rather than joy.

Hrithik Roshan

Happiness is overrated. It comes and goes just like sadness and miseryboth fleeting. What's important is peace. With all.

Guy Finley

The past is as powerless to darken the present moment as is a shadow to reach up and drag down the form that casts it.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox

I'm sorry for the anguished hearts that break with passion's strain, But I'm sorrier for the poor starved souls that never knew love's pain, Who hunger on through barren years not tasting joys they crave, For sadder far is such a lot than weeping o'er a grave.

Homer

'Yea and I beheld Sisyphus in strong torment, grasping a monstrous stone with both his hands. He was pressing thereat with hands and feet, and trying to roll the stone upward toward the brow of the hill. But oft as he was about to hurl it over the top, the weight would drive him back, so once again to the plain rolled the stone, the shameless thing. And he once more kept heaving and straining, and the sweat the while was pouring down his limbs, and the dust rose upwards from his head.