Sad Stories About Love Quotes & Sayings

But indeed the business of the universe is to make such a fool of you that you will know yourself for one, and so begin to be wise! — George MacDonald

It's very difficult to distinguish between what a person believes and what they say they believe. — Daniel Kahneman

Life is painful sometimes. It touches everyone, so you may as well try to look for other answers and find peace. So, it is difficult to write those types of things because nobody wants to tell sad stories. I think that I'll always tell stories about human hope. I would love to be able to tell somebody, "It's okay. It's all right. Be a good person." That's what my job is, in life. — J.H. Wyman

WHEN YOU SNEAK IN LATE AT NIGHT
AND NO MATTER HOW MUCH YOU TIP TOE THE
THE FOOT CREAKS LOUDER AND LOUDER
THAT'S WHEN YOU KNOW!!!!
"SNEAKING IS NOISY"
S.I.N IS LOUD!!!! — Qwana M. BabyGirl Reynolds-Frasier

Pella felt relieved to sit across from someone who was willing to act so unreservedly glum in her presence, as if she weren't there. David never did that
David's eyes were always right on her, probing, admiring, assessing, enjoying. That was what he called love. — Chad Harbach

Everything in life is made up ... You make up that you are happy. You make up that you are sad. You make up that you are in love. If you don't make up your own life, who's going to make it up for you? It's bad enough when you die and everybody can make up their own stories about you.
- Mr. Hooft — Walter Dean Myers

I write about love all the time, what a tragedy those stories turn into. — Turcois Ominek

California lacks a lot of the rules and restrictions the East has. Every house is a different style, different material, different color. There's a lot of craziness out there. — Parker Stevenson

When I met a truly beautiful girl, I would tell her that if she spent the night with me, I would write a novel or a story about her. This usually worked; and if her name was to be in the title of the story, it almost always worked. Then, later, when we'd passed a night of delicious love-making together, after she'd gone and I'd felt that feeling of happiness mixed with sorrow, I sometimes would write a book or story about her. Sometimes her character, her way about herself, her love-making, it sometimes marked me so heavily that I couldn't go on in life and be happy unless I wrote a book or a story about that woman, the happy and sad memory of that woman. That was the only way to keep her, and to say goodbye to her without her ever leaving. — Roman Payne

I chose the trombone because the trombone players in the marching band got to be up front with the majorettes (because of the slides) and I loved that! — Quincy Jones