Beautiful sadness is a myth. Sadness turns our features to clay, not porcelain.
— David Levithan, Every Day
I knew it wasn’t too important, but it made me sad anyway.
— J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye (via yasodhara)
Her face was sad and lovely with bright things in it, bright eyes and a bright passionate mouth.
— F. Scott Fitzgerald. The Great Gatsby (via seabois)
Some people turn sad awfully young. No special reason, it seems, but they seem almost to be born that way. They bruise easier, tire faster, cry quicker, remember longer and, as I say, get sadder younger than anyone else in the world. I know, for I’m one of them.
— Ray Bradbury (via jesuisperdu)