Sadness has always been the source of inspiration for poets and writers throughout the ages, as it is what makes the heart ache for what has been lost, and we will mention to you some sad romantic thoughts.
Sad romantic thoughts
- Your book arrived, so I took it and stuck it to my heart from the burning sensation, as if you were with me all my day, and when I lay down, it would be under my pillow.
- If I were a flower in my garden, I would water you with dew while it is on the air. I have the most beautiful flower my eyes have ever seen, and oh fragrant breeze that my nostrils have smelled.. I saw your eyes, I am in front of a great rock, in front of the magic of madness and the lightning of the eyes. The arrows of your love are hitting me at the level of my heart. And how much I wished I would be the first to be afflicted if I crossed the mountain. In my heart, the mountain melts and what is on its back. I love you, adore you, love you, care for you, and I do not want to forget you.
- On the banks of love, I scattered my words, words that come out of the heart to form phrases; Sincere expressions that express love between female friends, words that are stumbles that we stumble upon and stop at every letter we contemplate. Perhaps we weave a path from them that will lead us to a love that the heart cannot forget... or that draws before us a path full of joys, love and tenderness... On the banks of love, memories are engraved. Beautiful, my memory is when I was happy.. when I cried.. my memory of friends who left with the treachery of time.. Iman died and left me without security.. Iman left without even leaving a message asking for permission, she left on a moonless night, on a lonely night hunted by lions! On a cold winter day, I still remember a cold prick to my heart. That day, Iman, I remembered your words, “We will go to the same university.” Iman achieved my dream alone. If you knew how your mother is now, my friend, every time she saw me, she broke my heart with her words, “Iman went away and left you alone.” You left me lost, Iman. I no longer trust anyone, but a promise reaches you in your grave that I will maintain the covenant of our friendship! Yes, I love you, I love you, I love you! Days passed by, and she introduced me to a friend here, here in fashion, a friend who was a sister, my sister, Rawaa Al-Nada! Where are you from me Rawaa! And you promised me not to leave me, treachery still haunts me! He steals from me every friend I love! Oh, the time when I said friendship, and when I find it gone in the blink of an eye, my friend Rawaa died! Among the rubble of houses and dolls!.. See me, my narrator, I love you and I am still in front of the television hoping to see you, Rawa’! The war is over and I am still waiting for a message from you telling me that you are fine! Every day I check your messages, and I feel your joy in them. I look at your picture and see your smile adorning it. The war is over, Rowan; Where are you from me! I live in hope that I will find a message from you telling me that you are okay! Friendship is a treasure, my dears, that can only be appreciated by those who have lost it.. I lost it!
- A book, a notebook, and a picture of the remains of my journey with you, and in the box of our memories, and from the sorrows of our past, the longing of longing makes me sad, the longing of the past makes me cry, and my papers and my pens cried for its feeling in me. I try to forget what I can fight against my longing. I remember my journeys and my sorrows with you in the day and months, my journeys and dreams with you in the year and months, and I must never forget you, and on this day we bid farewell and ask. Our creative Lord, we will gather in heaven, and your memory will remain in my heart, and I will always remember you
- Love has died and declared that it has become a leaf in memories, but memories often hurt us. We feel with them, times we lived, words we said and expressions we saw. I am not sad, but I am all groaning. Our past was not hours, but rather we spent years and years. Remember it and you will know how much I am a mountain that is not affected by bruises, but far from it. If you remember it, you will be like a person who wishes for death. It is enough for you to blame yourself and say that you lost a person who challenged love (and time). This is the bitterness of the years.
- A date of pain. Which boats did they float on the shore of Ajjayat? Which face of pain does he face this evening? Eyes that got tired of repeatedly crying over the same thing. “Strange” is the way I describe it. ! Sometimes she fills her doll with them when she collects them, and other times she scatters them, trying to collect the scattered parts of her doll in the hope that it will be complete despite what was lost from it. It is bad and there is no argument with fate. ! The sounds of ululations rose and everyone participated in the assassination of Taharha. ! She noticed the joy around her usurping her joy. There she decided to stop, and from that angle her senses began to move. Her eyes to the right and left, anticipating their steps. Her little mind seemed to be confused, her little heart was terrified, her hands were trembling, and her eyes were fixed on the ground. She was surprised by steps approaching her and standing close to her. She froze. She heard her mother’s voice muttering joyfully, “Behold, O bride.” But she did not move a muscle. The voice muttered again, “Behold, the most beautiful bride.” Her eyelashes moved. She was burdened and did not move. She felt something approaching and approaching her, and a hand grabbing her arms, pulling her from the corner of her contemplation and pain, taking her to a separate place, far from everyone’s sight, and there she stood, remaining silent, and everyone around her beautified her, decorated her, and dressed her, and the silence paralyzed her limbs. Her mother made her sit on the edge of the bed and began to say to Hambroke, “You are the most beautiful bride she has ever seen.” Slowly, my eyes became filled with the strange conversation that she did not know and did not understand. She decided to listen and nodded her head indicating understanding, and the rituals began, the first way to leave to a place of no return. The neighborhood’s alley turned into an alley of pain. Her toy cell turned into a coffin of her happiness. And her scattered doll turned into an alley of pain. For a life governed by fate, time, and those closest to you you trust. Circumstances and the memory of days are folded into the years of life of valor and despair. Sometimes she surrenders and sometimes resists.. and nothing changes except that she realizes that she does not belong to herself, and crying is no longer strange to her and pain no longer excludes her. The evening reminds her of the assassinated innocence.. and the morning depicts impossible hope before her eyes, and her tears did not stop. She no longer cries pain from them, but rather cries tears that no longer flow for them or from them. I liked it)
- They said about love being blind.. He said how many hearts cry? They said the heart is purer.. He said how many people listen? They said about height and success.. He said: How many people are arrogant? They said friendship is love.. He said how loyal are dogs? They said there is a connection between the wombs.. He said how many individuals have compassion? They said about the mother, Rahma. He said about the mother, Attaf. They said about Hanan. He said, “How many descriptions have you been given?” They said, “Is there any description?”
- Smile at your present, your future, and your past, but without letting the smile make you cry when you need it.
- Without sadness and tears, a person does not feel the taste of happiness or the warmth of laughter. So smile, oh man.
- I said goodbye to her, I said goodbye to her, and the longing between me and her was seas, and I said goodbye to her despite my fear, and God is forced, sadness is in her hand, desperately pulling me, every path from her is far away, and it turns me away, and I don't know whether love has lost me or I lost it! She did not speak, and there was sadness between me and her. In her silence, I was lost. I looked where she was. Suddenly all the words disappeared. My letters were lost. The darkness that resided in her eyes. All the wishes at that time were returned to my heart. I missed her. I missed her. I don’t know whether love lost me or I lost her! If the years of my life are wasted and the flowers forget spring, I will never forget her. If longing becomes my blood or the blackness of the night, my concern is that I will not look for anyone. What will I look for after her? If he forgets her promise to me, what will I do after that if he forgets her promise! I don't know whether love lost me or I lost it! She said goodbye, said goodbye, said goodbye.
- If you knew, if you knew that treachery is one of your qualities... if you knew that in moments you betray, I would forget and withdraw from your life... before my heart was tormented by suspicions, sweet words tempted me, it is not your sweetness.. float me between wishes and sorrows, do not turn around, the rest of the feelings you missed... from being stingy with love Leaving him is easy. I am burned while I am a prisoner of your self-love.. and I suffer from a wound in the eyes. My love has not changed except through you.. and the story of my love and temptation has ended.
- I left my homeland, looking for a person in life, looking for someone who would understand me.. and with my wounds to console me, I found that I was in my nature.. and my honesty was often insulted.. I was tired and did not find someone who shared my concerns.
- I left.. I am from you. Yes, I decided to leave. Do not ask me where I am going, but ask your heart why I left it. Ask it why it abandoned the heart of its desires. Why did it hurt me.. and hurt me? Why did it give me the disease instead of medicine? He left on the path of no return to that place where I used to live near my groans. And my heart exhales, for happiness would never find its way to me as long as my feelings are crazy and reckless.
- You hurt me!.. How will your conscience be satisfied? (God.. compensate me.. and my Lord.. compensate you)! But a promise from me... I don't adore anyone... other than you.
- (Tears in his eyes)... the moment of sunset.. his sun, a situation that happened.. that I cannot forget.. until now, I will not blame him.. I will blame him for the tears.. himself. If he was alive... he wouldn't have shed tears... from the eye!
- I have decided.. to leave. Yes, I will leave while carrying love between my ribs. Yes, I will leave you. I will leave the caravans of your love to follow their path alone. It was leading me to loss, but I did not despair of it. I was gathering my steps and stepping towards you. They were scattered and dispersed, but I continued my way to you. I felt that it was one of your games.
- Sorry, my love, I may not forget you, but I will give my heart some time to heal its wounds and regain its activity again so that it can try to forget you.
- I will return.. from where I came. I will collect my feelings that were scattered near you. I will plant thorns in the path of your love so that my feelings do not ignore me and turn to you. I will tighten their grip and assassinate them to become a person without feelings, a person destroyed by his dreams, betrayed by his feelings, a person who is tired of searching for nothing.
- I am leaving.. I am about you. Yes, I have decided to leave. Do not ask me where, but ask your heart. Why did you leave him? Ask him why he abandoned the heart of his desires. Why did he hurt me.. and hurt me? Why did he give me the disease instead of the medicine? He is leaving on the path of no return to that place where I used to live near my groans. And my heart exhales, for happiness would never find its way to me as long as my feelings are crazy and reckless.
