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She feels a little sad. Is she sad? Helen considers an alternative: She is dehydrated.
Wary, as if surrounded by strangers.
Her face was pale, her eyes as sad as when she looked at the ocean.
Maxwell is serious, dedicated, awkward, forgetful, pompous to a certain degree, sentimental.
Nothing in them but tittering jeering emptiness.
blissful as ignorance,
Eyes wide and blank as the buttons on a first Communion coat.
The sadness at the corners of the unsmiling crimson mouth
Bitter and Frail, young and weak.
Smiles are useless, talk is cheap,
Give thou venom, fangs like slime,
Ugly freak for all of time.
An empty gift just from me,
Give it now, so mote it be!
His wits have gone dark as his eyes
Like more tired than usual. Hard and crumbling at the edges.
It was like she was so empty there wasn't even a feeling or thought in her.
He is mad.
I am mad too, with an inward curtain-like madness. A pall.
There is no illumination.
i am like the moon--
sometimes, full.
sometimes, black.
sometimes,
forever and ever alone.
Are you going to spend what might be your last your last few days together in Franklen Grove sulking and sighing? Or are you are you going to make the most of them?" "Im a profetional sulker," Ivy replied "And I have a very dramatic sigh,"Olivia said and sighed dramaticly.
He felt empty, broken, defeated.
distraught. It seems he claims
A countenance more in sorrow than in anger.
Her anxiety was turning her usually sunny disposition into something less than hospitable. "As
Her pupils have taken on a lonely hue, like grey clouds reflected in a calm lake.
Stark raving mad.
I am a bit sickie happy. I am prone to black clouds too, but ... I am embarrassed about them. It's like: 'My diamond shoes are too tight. My money clip doesn't fit all my fifties.' I mean - really. Shut up.
Remote, unfriended, melancholy, slow, Or by the lazy Scheld or wandering Po.
Eyes as dark as her heart and as empty as her soul
a deep smothering emptiness
Fucked-up, Insecure, Neurotic, and Emotional. (FINE)
What have you done to yourself? You look different - sort of sinister.'
'Good. I feel sinister.
as pale and sad as "lite" beer,
Been calm in temperament, kindly, though not of warm
He looked very tired, a regard which manifested itself not in dark circles, or pallor, but a dreamy and bright-cheeked sadness.
A woman moved is like a fountain troubled, Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty.
A face without a smile is like a sky without a sun.
His eyes had something dull about them, expressionless, the bored look of a mediocre intelligence that wrongly supposes it has seen it all before.
Empty words from an empty person.
Angry is good.
Angry is better than being tearful
Sorrow's faded form, and solitude behind.
Your cold looks and angry sulk don't change anything, you are my whole world.
I like you angry better than weepy.
I was brooding, boy. Than which there is no richer pastime. It muffles one with rotting plumes. It gives forth sullen music. It is the smell of home.
Their faces were zealously blank, their eyes filled with bland fire.
Say she had nefarious motives."
Davis looked over at Jack with a bemused grin. "Nefarious. This is what we get when we hire a
Yale boy."
"You missed sacrosanct earlier. And taciturn and glowering," Jack said.
"What's glowering?"
"Me, apparently.
Can you tell me... what type of face is that.
- Feeling disturbed... angry, mad... crazy???
- WHAT?
As dull as moon face, never seem to change.
gloomy, pensive, discontented temper This melancholy flatters, but unmans you; What is it else but penury of soul, A lazy frost, a numbness of the mind? - JOHN DRYDEN AT
My face always looks bored or depressed. It's not an accurate impression.
I have important business to get to. I plan to sulk all afternoon, followed, perhaps, by an evening of Byronic brooding and a nighttime of dissipation.
She was not one for emptying her face of expression.
There was a kind of anger there, mixed with sadness.
People are complicated," she continued, "and the ones who aren't are boring."
"Then maybe I'm boring."
We looked at each other, and in a genuinely sad voice, she said, "Maybe you are.
You're sparse." "Sparse?" "You're rake thin with obese emotions." His
She was both very happy and very sad.
She was a sour-sass soul with a rubbery face.
An angry look on the face is wholly against nature. If it be assumed frequently, beauty begins to perish, and in the end is quenched beyond rekindling.
Cold, like swallowed tears.
Rather awkwardly shy and therefore at times defensive and rather too assertive
Nina said something to Kuwei in Shu. He shrugged and looked away, lip jutting out slightly. Whether it was the recent death of his father or the fact that he'd found himself stuck in a cemetery with a band of thieves, the boy had become increasingly sullen.
She feels sick. She hates this world.
I'm emotionless right now. It's hard to describe how I'm feeling.
I think I am pretty much melancholic.
In other people's company I felt I was dull, gloomy, unwelcome, at once bored and boring ...
Usually the modest person passes for someone reserved, the silent for a sullen person.
Beauty without expression is boring.
Describe your state of mine. Insecure. Uncertain. Feverish
She was ... unhappy. It was part of her, you could not separate her from it. She was sad the way a horse is strong or a bird flies.
I'm going to have my moody times.
Happiness quite unshared can scarcely be called happiness; it has no taste.
Melancholy is sadness that has taken on lightness.
Her laugh was sad and taciturn, seemingly detached from any feeling of the moment, like something she kept in the cupboard and took out only when she had to, using it with no feeling of ownership, as if the infrequency of her smiles had made her forget the normal way to use them.
Unhappiness slowly creeps up on you, like a shape-shifting monster waiting in the darkness of your hallway, his bulging eyes watching your every move. The breath on his slimy tongue makes the hairs on your neck stand up.
As lonesome as a kitten in a wash-house copper with the lid on.
She just got sad, okay? Unbearably sad.
Often times we call a man [or woman] cold when he [or she] is only sad.
I don't eat bread.' Is she pouting? It's hard to tell. She's had a lot of chemicals injected into her face.
Some would say eccentric. I would say stoned out of his fuckin mind, nothing personal.
I am neither sad nor cheerful; the air here fills
one with a kind of vague excitement and induces a
state as far removed from cheerfulness as it is from
sorrow; perhaps it is happiness.
glared an upset glare
Lonesome, no more!
sometimes decided to be truculent and unyielding, like a grouchy toddler -
Lonesome. Lonesome. I know what it means. Here all by my lonesome, dreaming empty dreams. Weary. Weary at the close of day, wondering if tomorrow brings me joy or sorrow.
prone to fits of 'immoderate arrogance'.
In his dark eyes was a deep misery which he wore with the same ease and pleasantness as he wore his close-sitting clothes.
emotional and close to tears. 'Well, I'm here, as you can see.' Maddie hated that she was so raw. Nic
I saw nothing more now than the pallor of my face, with deep orbits, buried in the twilight, and my mouth filled with a silence which gently but surely stifles and destroys.
Her face was fragile and mischievous, pale enough to absorb hues from the world around her-purple, green, pink-like a face painted by Lucian Freud.
Stressed, depressed, but well dressed.
Like the painting of a sorrow, A face without a heart.
As we age, we have a choice: to be sour or serene.
She's sad a lot. She's sad in the way Laura wears glasses and Max has freckles and Beth is retarded. There's no reason, it's just the way it is.
I felt no passion, no jealousy, no nostalgia. I was hollow, clear-headed, clean, and as emotionless as an aluminum pot.
Always the tone of surpise.
perplexed, but not driven to despair.
She was feeling, thinking, trembling about everything; agitated, happy, miserable, infinitely obliged, absolutely angry.
I am a melancholy type of person.
he was left with the words going sour on his tongue.
coltish-looking,
and she looked both solemn and vulnerable.
A person who finds silence and solitude boring is a person who is himself boring, empty of anything worth consideration.
disposition, seemed
You got emotions plastered all over your face like makeup
A face whose emotions had not yet been battered by experience.