Somber Quotes

“Reality isn't what it used to be.”
― Dean Koontz, The Taking

“I am so tired.
I have grown old from being serious.
I have grown ill from being serious.
I want to laugh at myself.
I want to forget myself.
I am so tired.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“Some stories are rooted in adventure, some in strife. Others are born of the heart, and the horrors and the joys locked therein are often immeasurable, and make us truly wonder what became of those children we once were.”
― David E. Hilton, Kings of Colorado

“I only wrote prose before I met you.
My musings were superfluous and serious as well.
But now the words dance with me.
I sing with them
and we create poetry.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“Sombres, dites-vous? Mais posez-vous la question docteur : pourquoi tous les grands philosophes sont-ils sombres? Demandez-vous qui sont les gens satisfaits, rassurés et éternellement joyeux! Laissez-moi vous donner la réponse : ce sont ceux qui ont une mauvaise vue ― la populace et les enfants!”
― Irvin D. Yalom, When Nietzsche Wept

“You're not the one who has to worry about everything.

The boy said something but he couldnt understand him. What? he said.

He looked up, his wet and grimy face. Yes I am, he said. I am the one.”
― Cormac McCarthy, The Road

“You can leave, go on, ill wait, ill wait as long as s i have to, ill wait for you, even if it takes forever, ill be waiting for you.”
― Nozomi|Person 2

“All through the crowd were men in uniform, sailors from the great fleet anchored in the Hudson, soldiers with divisional insignia from Massachusetts to California, wanting fearfully to be noticed, and finding the great city thoroughly fed up with soldiers unless they were nicely massed into pretty formations and uncomfortable under the weight of a pack and rifle. Through this medley Dean and Gordon wandered; the former interested, made alert by the display of humanity at its frothiest and gaudiest; the latter reminded of how often he had been one of the crown, tired, casually fed, overworked, and dissipated. To Dean the struggle was significant, young, cheerful; to Gordon it was dismal, meaningless, endless.”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald, May Day

“God is unkind to gardeners and reapers.

Slanted rain coils and falls from up high
And the wide raincoats catch water,
That once had reflected the sky.

In underwater realm are fields and meadows
And the free currents sing a lot,
Plums rupture on bloated branches
And grass strands, lying down, rot.

And through the dense and watery net
I see your darling face,
A quiet park, a round porch
And a Chinese arbour-place.”
― Anna Akhmatova

“Somber eyes ponder, what this world will be?
Better days ahead, sighs the wind swiftly;
Flit, airy as my glides, fanciful, free,
Change is in the air, summer’s warming spree;
Embracing days chaotic, frozen, still,
Frosted with fear, surrendered to fate’s will.
For amidst nature’s tranquil seclusion;
Strives humanity lost in confusion.”
― Marie Helen Abramyan

“She died in one of the downstairs rooms, in a heavy walnut bed with a curtain, her gray head propped on a pillow yellow and moldy with age and lack of sunlight.”
― William Faulkner , A Rose for Emily

“I even got out my old sled and my old scarf. There is something cozy about that for me.”
― Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower

“Personal pleasures were like drying flowers, best kept away from the light to preserve their vibrance.”
― I.V. Ophelia, The Poisoner

“Man is born in order to think (there he is, old Kirill at last!).”
― Arkady Strugatsky, Roadside Picnic

“They couldn't tell when one of them left if they would be gone for an hour, a hundred years, or forever. It made every parting somber, but they became honest for it. They meant every goodbye in a way they couldn't in life.”
― Thomm Quackenbush, The Lifecycle of Suns