“my life is just waiting for you to get started.”

— Nina LaCour, Hold Still, Share via Whatsapp

“Maybe you can let yourself cry too.”

— Lori Gottlieb, Share via Whatsapp

“Magic. I draw with silver and it turns red.”

— Anonymous, Share via Whatsapp

“Wanting to cry doesn t mean you can.”

— Kiera Cass, The Siren, Share via Whatsapp

“The sadness of the world has different ways of getting to people, but it seems to succeed almost every time.”

— Louis-Ferdinand Céline, Journey to the End of the Night, Share via Whatsapp

“perhaps we would bear our sadnesses with greater trust than we have in our joys”

— Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet, Share via Whatsapp

“Sometimes things have to get worse before they get better.”

— Shannon Messenger, Lodestar, Share via Whatsapp

“Your coffin reached the monstrous hole. And a part of me went down into the muddy earth with you and lay down next to you and died with you.”

— Rosamund Lupton, Sister, Share via Whatsapp

“Not everyone has met Love. Not everyone has been acquainted with Happiness. But we ALL know Sadness.”

— Robert Ormsby, Share via Whatsapp

“When I despair, I remember that all through history the way of truth and love have always won. There have been tyrants and murderers, and for a time, they can seem invincible, but in the end, they always fall. Think of it--always.”

— Mahatma Gandhi, Share via Whatsapp

“I don’t know what they are called, the spaces between seconds– but I think of you always in those intervals.”

— Salvador Plascencia, The People of Paper, Share via Whatsapp

“Percy, let me go she croaked. You can t pull me up. His face was white with effort. She could see in his eyes that he knew it was hopeless. Never, he said. He looked up at Nico, fifteen feet above. The other side, Nico! We ll see you there. Understand? Nico s eyes widened. But- Lead them! Percy shouted. Promise me! I-I will. Below them, the voice laughed in the darkness. Sacrifices. Beautiful sacrifices to wake the goddess. Percy tightened his grip on Annabeth s wrist. His face was gaunt, scraped and bloody, his hair dusted with cobwebs, but when he locked eyes with her, she thought he had never looked more handsome. We re staying together, he promised. You re not getting away from me. Never again. Only then did she understand what would happen. A one-way trip. A very hard fall. As long as we re together, she said. She heard Nico and Hazel still screaming for help. She saw sunlight far, far above- maybe the last sunlight she would ever see. Then Percy let go of his ledge, and together, holding hands, he and Annabeth fell into the endless darkness.”

— Rick Riordan, The Mark of Athena, Share via Whatsapp

“Emotions, in my experience, aren t covered by single words. I don t believe in sadness, joy, or regret. Maybe the best proof that the language is patriarchal is that it oversimplifies feeling. I d like to have at my disposal complicated hybrid emotions, Germanic train-car constructions like, say, the happiness that attends disaster. Or: the disappointment of sleeping with one s fantasy. I d like to show how intimations of mortality brought on by aging family members connects with the hatred of mirrors that begins in middle age. I d like to have a word for the sadness inspired by failing restaurants as well as for the excitement of getting a room with a minibar. I ve never had the right words to describe my life, and now that I ve entered my story, I need them more than ever. ”

— Jeffrey Eugenides, Middlesex, Share via Whatsapp

“Nothing thicker than a knife s blade separates happiness from melancholy.”

— Virginia Woolf, Orlando, Share via Whatsapp

“Sadness gives depth. Happiness gives height. Sadness gives roots. Happiness gives branches. Happiness is like a tree going into the sky, and sadness is like the roots going down into the womb of the earth. Both are needed, and the higher a tree goes, the deeper it goes, simultaneously. The bigger the tree, the bigger will be its roots. In fact, it is always in proportion. That s its balance.”

— Osho Rajneesh, Everyday Osho: 365 Daily Meditations for the Here and Now, Share via Whatsapp

“I didn t know why I was going to cry, but I knew that if anybody spoke to me or looked at me too closely the tears would fly out of my eyes and the sobs would fly out of the throat and I d cry for a week.”

— Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar, Share via Whatsapp

“When you ve suffered a great deal in life, each additional pain is both unbearable and trifling.”

— Yann Martel, Life of Pi, Share via Whatsapp