And yet the faint, sad
smile, so often there, now seemed to glimmer from its obscurity, and linger on Father Hooper's lips.
The passion and the stress Of thoughts too tender and too sad
to be Enshrined in any melody she knows?
I left her, pale and sad
, with my letter in her hand.
Look at them, all the sad wraiths of sad mad men and passionate rebels-- your Schopenhauers, your Strindbergs, your Tolstois and Nietzsches.
I obey, for my brain is now well a-crawl with the maggots of alcohol, and as I drink to the sad thinkers on my shelves I quote Richard Hovey:
Then through the darkness is heard the sad song of minstrels mourning for the dead.
And as he hunted far in the woods he met Cathullin, still hiding, sad and ashamed.
I hope we WILL MEET AGAIN sometime, but if not may we meet in A FAR BETTER WORLD where there are no SAD
At that sneeze, Harlequin, who until then had been as sad as a weeping willow, smiled happily and leaning toward the Marionette, whispered to him:
For be it known, that, while other people, when sad and sorrowful, weep and wipe their eyes, Fire Eater, on the other hand, had the strange habit of sneezing each time he felt unhappy.
Nor can the judicious reader be at a greater loss on account of Mrs Bridget Blifil, who, he may be assured, conducted herself through the whole season in which grief is to make its appearance on the outside of the body, with the strictest regard to all the rules of custom and decency, suiting the alterations of her countenance to the several alterations of her habit: for as this changed from weeds to black, from black to grey, from grey to white, so did her countenance change from dismal to sorrowful, from sorrowful to sad
, and from sad
to serious, till the day came in which she was allowed to return to her former serenity.
HE had a dreamy, far-away look in his eyes, and his sad, insistent voice, gentle-spoken as a maid's, seemed the placid embodiment of some deep-seated melancholy.
The Leopard Man glanced casually over his finger nails in a manner which would have been critical had it not been so sad.
And now her lot was beginning to have a still, sad monotony, which threw her more than ever on her inward self.
It is something cruelly incomprehensible to youthful natures, this sombre sameness in middle-aged and elderly people, whose life has resulted in disappointment and discontent, to whose faces a smile becomes so strange that the sad lines all about the lips and brow seem to take no notice of it, and it hurries away again for want of a welcome.