There are two types of people in the world: those who prefer to be sad among others, and those who prefer to be sad alone. (Nicole Krauss)
Grief alone can teach us what is man. (Edward G. Bulwer-Lytton)
Sadness flies away on the wings of time. (Jean de La Fontaine)
I love my past, I love my present. I am not ashamed of what I have had, and I am not sad because I no longer have it. (Sidonie Gabrielle Colette)
Sadness does not inhere in things, it does not reach us from the world and through mere contemplation of the world. It is a product of our own thought. We create it out of whole cloth. (Emile Durkheim)
My feeling is that there is nothing in life but refraining from hurting others, and comforting those who are sad. (Olive Schreiner)
We look before and after, and pine for what is not. Our sincerest laughter with some pain is fraught: our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought. (Percy Bysshe Shelley)
Sad people dislike the happy, and the happy the sad; the quick thinking the sedate, and the careless the busy and industrious. (Horace)
All sorrows can be borne if you put them into a story or tell a story about them. (Isak Dinesen)
Unhappiness is not knowing what we want and killing ourselves to get it. (Don Herold)