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Money lost is bewailed with unfeigned tears.
Now I was left holding the pieces of my heart, crushed by my own hands.
Grief is a peculiar emotion.
I was so over crying.Crying-- Kiera Cass
I'm not devastated over a baseball game. If somebody came to me and said, 'Your wife is terminally ill.' Or, if my kids and wife get on a plane and I got a call that said, 'Something happened with the plane,' that's devastating.
Stark raving mad.
I'm just so bwessed.
I have been through the stages of disbelief and shock, to anger and ultimately grief over the loss of the family I so badly wanted for my children.
I was thrilled, heartbroken, hilarious, insane.
I cried all the way to the bank.
The pain decimated me.
Havoc on my emotions like this. Just when I thought I
Alone. The saddest word in the world.
You're all wounded and hurt and torn inside.
I cried, for happiness, for sadness, but most of all, for emptiness.
It's heartbreaking but we're trying to get over it. As disappointed as we were, I think that somehow you have to find a way to think that it happened for a reason.
I feel as disappointed as if I'd just opened a parcel full of ghosts.
It feels like a punch. Tears fill my eyes, and I wonder how I could be upset over losing something I never had.
Grief brims itself and flows away in tears.
There is no grief more devastating than the grief for what could have been.
I felt a bottomless sadness. So completely alone. Like one of my stuffed animals at home that I was too old for now, that sat on the shelf in my closet, mashed against the back wall.
I can't even say the word, it's too early in the day to get upset.
I'd forgotten how much feelings hurt.
I would say my heart is broken, but it's not. I don't think it is
am inconsolable, wretched, heartbroken that my very dear friend Beatrice is dead. Which is kind of odd considering I'm the one who killed her.
She gave the word devastated a whole new meaning. I truly believed, at that point, that the word devastated should be reserved for mothers.
I no longer believe that.
The word devastated should be reserved for brothers, too.
I shed more tears than God could ever have required.
I was emotionally scarred we could not get it away
Disappointment has a name, it's heartbreak
I feel just, you know, defeated.
Broken.
As I search for hope,
In the same eyes
I lost it.
With each passing minute, I'm developing a deeper appreciation of the word mortified,
My happiness is very fragile.
Her beauty saddened me.
I threw my head back and screamed bloody murder, completely fed up with everyone in my life.
Unexpressed grief leaves the deepest scars.
My wife had taken off on a plane. Two airplanes had crashed into the World Trade Center. I, of course, like any other person, felt potentially devastated, panicky a little bit.
I felt sad, happy, content.
The sadness will last forever.
I am crying over the loss of something I never had.
Now he's miserable and depressed.
I'm a little bit in shock, to tell you the truth.
Lord heal the broken hearted.
Any natural, normal human being, when faced with any kind of loss, will go from shock all the way through acceptance.
My anger is greater than the sum of all things lost.
Haven't shed a single tear, but I'm hurtin' down inside.
I think I'm honored. Or speechless. Maybe something in between there.
If you would have walked out of this room today without crying, it would have devastated me.
And I can't cry, I don't even want to cry. My tears would never do justice to this loss.
Dead. Never been that before. Not even once.
I was unhappy and I didn't even know it
I was depressed. I guess I still am
Wound me ... I can only feed on my humiliated blood.
I came back from the bridge bathed in tears.
I'm emotionless right now. It's hard to describe how I'm feeling.
I'm incapable of feeling any joy.
My emotions are all over the place.
I see him lying on the ground and all I feel is disgust.
I hated to lose.
My heart was broken and my head was just barely inhabitable
No more to say, and nothing to weep for
My life has become a dismal sigh fettered by pangs of grief and anguished weeping.
I'm not disappointed - just disappointed.
I was too miserable to take much consolation just from feeling good for a moment in a welter of shudders and salted, bloodstained tears.
So much grief, so much anger. So unlike the usual Adrian.
Much more devastating than frustration is the emotion of disappointment.
I was briefly bitter.
Don't grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.
It is foolish to pretend that one is fully recovered from a disappointed passion. Such wounds always leave a scar.
I was very bitter, frustrated, hurt, angry - I went through all types of emotions when I first was out of the WNBA.
The truth is that I feel totally helpless, or totally inconsolable, to be more honest. I'm not trying to hide it, but it's something you're not to worry about.
I am, I cried. I am, I said. And I am lost.
My suffering left me sad and gloomy.
He doesn't just look upset - he looks newly blind. There is such loss in his eyes, and it permeates every other part of his body.
I shattered our hearts and left her to mourn the pieces.
Be not comforted. Consolation is not what you need. Weep and be not consoled, but weep.
I'm overwhelmed with sadness for everything that was lost, and filled with anger toward the people who took it away. My people-or at least, my old people. I don't know who I am anymore, or where I belong.
That's not totally true ... I know I belong with Alex.
Very sad, very upset, very glad I did not have to hear about this though Twitter. Probably going to be taking some time off it for a while.
I would cry if I could, but instead I just feel my heart rip apart.
At this moment I am feeling disappointed with myself and I am hurt and numb
The word is too weak. There is no word in the language strong enough to describe my feelings.
Disappointment feels like slamming a brick in the wall
There are many stages of grief.
I felt this weird mix of disappointment and anger welling up inside of me.
I feel very sorry for myself - that is what grief is.
I'd had my heart broken, you see. Fell in love with the wrong chap and he crushed me right down to the bedrock. Nothing left but humiliation.
I'll never recover
Nothing stings us so bitterly as the loss of money
A flood of emotions rushes into me. Pain and anger. Sadness and pity. But most surprising of all, hope.
I hated the term "heartbroken." It was such an understatement. "Broken" typically implied you were talking about something you could put back together. Or replace. My heart didn't feel like it was broken. It felt like it had been tossed into the blender and liquidized at 180 MPH.
Tears are words waiting to be spoken
The weight of sadness was in wonder lost.
My feelings can perhaps be imagined, but they can hardly be described.
Grief and disappointment are like hate: they make men ugly with self-pity and bitterness. And how selfish they make us too.
My eyes break open. Two shattered windows filling my mouth with glass.
I felt dead and sick inside.
I've got no more tears or explanations.
I'm going to fall apart...I cant--I don't know what to feel.
I cried for what should have been.
I was shocked. A dying word, "shocked." Few people have been able to use it well since Claude Rains so famously said, "I'm shocked, shocked to find that gambling is going on here," as he pocketed his winnings in Casablanca. But it's the only word for excitement and alarm of this intensity.