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The Indian Summer of life should be a little sunny and a little sad, like the season, and infinite in wealth and depth of tone, but never hustled.
Among the many reasons assignable for the sad decay of true Christianity, perhaps the neglecting to assemble ourselves together, in religious societies, may not be one of the least.
When I was a child people simply looked about them and were moderately happy today they peer beyond the seven seas, bury themselves waist deep in tidings, and by and large what they see and hear makes them unutterably sad.
It’s sad, something coming to an end. It cracks you open, in a way – cracks you open to feeling.
When I did the film Generations, in which the character died, I felt like a guest for the first time. That made me very sad.
Art is the most beautiful deception of all. And although people try to incorporate the everyday events of life in it, we must hope that it will remain a deception lest it become a utilitarian thing, sad as a factory.
Falling in love is awesome, but I’m never drawn to happy songs per se, so whenever you sit down to write a heartbreak song and you’re happily in love, it’s like, ‘OK, now I have to go back to a sad place to get something good.’
It is a sad fact about our culture that a poet can earn much more money writing or talking about his art than he can by practicing it.
But it’s a journey and the sad thing is you only learn from experience, so as much as someone can tell you things, you have to go out there and make your own mistakes in order to learn.
If you don’t know about pain and trouble, you’re in sad shape. They make you appreciate life.