“I can see that the sadness has returned. And it's not a beautiful sadness- beautiful sadness is a myth. Sadness turns our features to clay, not porcelain.”

“We are born sad and we die sad, but meanwhile we love bodies whose sad beauty is a miracle.”

“Thats beautiful! Sad and beautiful," murmured Meggie. Why were sad stories often so beautiful? It was different in real life.”

“All beauty is sad. For it fades.”

“Beauty and love pass, I know… Oh, there's sadness, too. I suppose all great happiness is a little sad. Beauty means the scent of roses and then the death of roses”

“Comfort is beauty muted by heroin. Sadness is beauty drained by lack of it.”

“Have all beautiful things sad destinies?”

“Yes, I am sad, sad as a circus-lioness, sad as an eagle without wings, sad as a violin with only one string and that one broken, sad as a woman who is growing old. Sad, sad, sad…”

“How sad the world is, so beautiful yet so absurd…”

“Love has, at its best, made the inherent sadness of life bearable, and its beauty manifest.”