I've been e-mailing friends with the news from my BlackBerry. It's a bit of a sad day for my right thumb, though. It's been hoping for a break, and it clearly isn't going to be happy. I'm going to celebrate by going out and buying a new ice pack.
I've been e-mailing friends with the news from my BlackBerry. It's a bit of a sad day for my right thumb, though. It's been hoping for a break, and it clearly isn't going to be happy. I'm going to celebrate by going out and buying a new ice pack.
I was glad that the protesters prevailed and we didn't shoot there. The sad fact is that that movies, at their core, are environmentally unfriendly.
Goods and possessions are no gain in his eyes. He stays far from wealth and honor. Long life is no ground for joy, nor early death for sorrow. Success is not for him to be pround of, failure is no shame. Had he all the world's power he would not hold it as his own. If he conquered everything he would not take it to himself. His glory is in knowing that all things come together in One and life and death are equal.
Im relieved that I got through another amazing Southern Ocean trip in one piece, but also somewhat sad. Every time I get to this part of a round-the-world trip I look over my shoulder at Cape Horn and just wonder will I be coming down here again If not, thank you Southern Ocean for letting me cross you safely and for those unforgettable experiences.
About the only difference between the poor and the rich, is this, the poor suffer misery, while the rich have to enjoy it.
Americans - especially young Americans - are an optimistic people. Despite the gloom and doom in the world, and their own belief that peace on Earth is not in sight, we believe our own lives are getting better.
The comments are compelling and relevant. I would have used them, too. But it does betray some campaign distress, because they're willing to risk the backlash.
Melancholy is at the bottom of everything, just as at the end of all rivers is the sea. Can it be otherwise in a world where nothing lasts, where all that we have loved or shall love must die Is death, then, the secret of life The gloom of an eternal mourning enwraps, more or less closely, every serious and thoughtful soul, as night enwraps the universe.
That toil of growing up The ignominy of boyhood the distress Of boyhood changing into man The unfinished man and his pain.
Sad news will go over the wire today.
This is a sad day for the Minnesota Twins, Major League Baseball and baseball fans everywhere. I loved Kirby deeply. A tremendous teammate, Kirby will always be remembered for his never-ending hustle, infectious personality, trademark smile and commitment to the community.
We have children who grow up without ever seeing the Milky Way. It's sad.
Misery is a communicable disease.
Our hearts are full of sadness, yet at the same time (full) of joyful hope and profound gratitude.
I do not believe that sheer suffering teaches. If suffering alone taught, all the world would be wise, since everyone suffers. To suffering must be added mourning, understanding, patience, love, openness and the willingness to remain vulnerable.
Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased, pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, raze out the written troubles of the brain, and with some sweet oblivious antidote cleanse the fraught bosom of that perilous stuff which weighs upon the heart
Everyone was worried about Walter, the players, the coaches. We gave him some time to grieve, and I'm sure he is probably still grieving deep down inside. But he's the kind of guy that's kind of dedicated a lot of his season and his focus to his brother.
Every composer knows the anguish and despair occasioned by forgetting ideas which one had no time to write down.
We need to be ruthless, finish it off and put them out of their misery. If we play to the standards we set I'm confident we can.
We knew we wouldn't see the same team tonight that we saw in the Christmas tournament. The sad thing is they didn't, either.
The traveler, however virginal and enthusiastic, does not enjoy an unbroken ecstasy. He has periods of gloom, periods when he asks himself the object of all these exertions, and puts the question whether or not he is really experiencing pleasure. At such times he suspects that he is not seeing the right things, that the characteristic, the right aspects of these strange scenes are escaping him. He looks forward dully to the days of his holiday yet to pass, and wonders how he will dispose of them. He is disgusted because his money is not more, his command of the language so slight, and his capacity for enjoyment so limited.
Misery no longer loves company. Nowadays it insists on it.
Later Friday, he was taping a message of sympathy and solidarity ... be joining our friends in Australia in a day of mourning for the terrible tragedy that took place. We lost lives, they lost a lot of lives.
My soul is o'ergrown with distress.
They offered us a package that mirrored what we already had and a three-year contract agreement. It saved a lot of heartache.
I thought of myself as a species of knight errant attacking dragons single-handedly and rescuing musical virtue in distress.
Our message is that suffering years of misery to remain super-skinny is not going to have a big payoff in terms of a longer life.
The cure for sorrow is to learn something.
He is obviously done for the year so that's a tough blow for our team. We're really disappointed for Chuck and sad. I care about him so much. I cried with him the other day -- you hate to see that happen to a young person. And he's just a great guy and he was having a great year.
A sense of duty pursues us ever. It is omnipresent, like the Deity. If we take to ourselves the wings of the morning, and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea, duty performed or duty violated is still with us, for our happiness or our misery. If we say the darkness shall cover us, in the darkness as in the light our obligations are yet with us.
It's sad, because linemen have that dream of carrying the football.
The first few games I was serving 69 miles per hour, ... It's pretty funny. I think it's even funnier from TV because they can't see the wind. These people probably think we look like beginners. That's the sad part.
We liked the title for itself, and although the magazine was then in sad shape, it had seen great days and would give us a ready-made history.
Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers, and bears a laden breast; Full of sad experience, moving toward the stillness of rest.
It appears to me impossible that I should cease to exist, or that this active, restless spirit, equally alive to joy and sorrow, should be only organized dust.
As usual I finish the day before the sea, sumptuous this evening beneath the moon, which writes Arab symbols with phosphorescent streaks on the slow swells. There is no end to the sky and the waters. How well they accompany sadness.
Desolation is a file, and the endurance of darkness is preparation for great light.
For there is no despair so absolute as that which comes with the first moments of our first great sorrow, when we have not yet known what it is to have suffered and be healed, to have despaired and to have recovered hope.
For man, the vanity of vanities represents first of all solidarity with his own universe, and this vanity is mans Salvation, the way through which he will defeat himself and defeat with it the entire universe which will become a mere appendix of his Sacred Self. Then when and to whom will the man pray But why does he have to pray What made God pray in the first place Fear Anguish Misery Pain A bit of all of this, this meant a lot. But when man will find his Sacred Self, he will be a strong Man, without fear, anguish, pain, anxiety. It is true, but then man will pray more than ever. Why Precisely because he will be stronger than ever, by being solidary to the universe, to the divinity of which he is a part. It is this solidarity that will make him pray to his own saving vanity To pray to his Sacred Self, so that he will never forget the existence of this saving vanity of vanities, that will take him in the lost paradise of his own thoughts The prayer will be nothing else than mans solidarity through vanity. And vanity will be this prayer that will never leave the man It was, it is and it will be mans destiny If man did not pray, even on subconscious level, he would lose his self vanity, which will set his Sacred Self free.
Last Monday, a tragic series of errors, negligence and accidents suddenly cast us into darkness, tears, wounds and mourning.
The deeper the sorrow the less the tongue has it.
The dark today leads into light tomorrow There is no endless joy, ...and yet no endless sorrow.
These sanctions seem to me to be very sad, but the judges are those who give the orders and I do not say anything. I hope that they continue applying the regulation with the same inflexibility in all cases. I did not hear on the radio the indication of where it was compulsory to keep to one side, but I do not want to make a polemic.
They create desolation, and call it peace.
Bereavement is the sharpest challenge to our trust in God; if faith can overcome this, there is no mountain which it cannot remove.
The Secretary-General appeals for calm and calls on all Sudanese to refrain from actions which may lead to tension during this time of mourning.
Every night and every morn some to misery are born Every morn and every night some are born to sweet delight.
His death was the first time that Ed Wynn ever made anyone sad.
A sacred burden is this life ye bear Look on it, lift it, bear it solemnly, Stand up and walk beneath it steadfastly. Fail not for sorrow, falter not for sin, But onward, upward, till the goal ye win.
It's a sad day for us, ... Our country has lost a remarkable public servant, and my family and I have lost a very dear friend.
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