A man's sadness can only be felt and fully experienced by him alone, others can look on and think.

A man's sadness can only be felt and fully experienced by him alone, others can look on and think.

She became a story, one I have mostly forgotten. One I can't end because she died a long time ago.

I have this very silly fear, dear friend, that one day I'll be old without ever having been young.

When you're sad, my Little Star, go out of doors. It's always better underneath the open sky.

That day we held our hands and each other was indeed a beautiful dream. But, we all wake up in the end.

I hate the sound of the world outside. Because everybody here can't wait to come and say goodbye...

I could feel the tears brimming and sloshing in me like water in a glass that is unsteady and too full.

I could feel the tears brimming and sloshing in me like water in a glass that is unsteady and too full.

Sometimes I think my scars are beautiful, but then I remember not everyone shares the same love of art.

Sometimes I think my scars are beautiful, but then I remember not everyone shares the same love of art.

And sometimes you realize the value of the rain by knowing how unreliable and vanishing the rainbow is.

From that moment our love became sad, and sadness is a disease which gives the death-blow to affection.

Sadness and silence, two things I keep in jars in my basement that I label “Warning: Do not open.

Grief, it seemed, drove Voldemort out...though Dumbledore, of course, would have said that it was love.