31 Quotes About Sad-poetry

Nothing gives like nothing left, where naught but scattered ashes lie.

I'll carve a special little niche, safe from the perils of life, where I can make a place for hope. First, I'll need to find a knife.

Too many walls in every direction, with cryptic boxes stacked too high to see. I cannot climb out and cannot push through to wherever I’ve left my empathy.

We'll be consoled somehow by the odd notionthat it's the thought that counts.

We'll be consoled somehow, by the odd notion that it's the thought that counts.

Am I inconsequential to it all, a random, forgettable moment in your delicate, pastel existence?

It’s your bones against mine.The slight curve in your spineand it’s Sunday:I don’t have to think about suicide.

Do wipe the sky once I leaveमेरे जाने के बाद आसमां पोंछ लेना

The fading blue of yesterdays sky is reminding of the hopeless love I told the moon about you.