It's OK not to be OK. — Lindsey Kelk, I Heart New York
It's OK not to be OK. — Lindsey Kelk, I Heart New York
It's OK not to be OK. — Lindsey Kelk, I Heart New York
It's OK not to be OK. — Lindsey Kelk, I Heart New York
It's OK not to be OK. — Lindsey Kelk, I Heart New York
Download Customize

It's OK not to be OK.

— Lindsey Kelk, I Heart New York
Pin Share Tweet Telegram
Topics
sadness

More “Sadness” Quotes

If I was lonely, if I was afraid of being alone, then why abandon myself? Why run to someone else looking to give myself — Norah Vincent
I was always asking myself why. Why am I feeling this? Thinking that if I knew the cause I could find the cure. But of c — Norah Vincent
Despair was strength. Despair was the scab and the scar. The walled city in a time of plague. A closed fortification. A — Norah Vincent
Even when the sun was shining she couldn’t see it. The whole house was closing in on her and she was suffocating. — Crissi Langwell, The Road to Hope
Even among familiar faces, people often feel invisible and desolate, like an island in cold waters or a shadow apart fro — Richelle E. Goodrich, Making Wishes
Sometimes I can feel my darkness, like a fragment of nerves inside of me somewhere, sparking my hate. I picture it movin — Piper Payne, Breathing Black
Thus with continued concentration and the expenditure of enormous amounts of energy he tried to keep himself from slippi — E.L. Doctorow, Ragtime
Cos every breath is unbearably painful — Nomzamo Nhlumayo
As far as he could discover, there were no signs of spring. The decay that covered the surface of the mottled ground was — Nathanael West, Miss Lonelyhearts
Sorrow on another's face often looks like coldness, bitterness, resentment, unfriendliness, apathy, disdain, or disinter — Richelle E. Goodrich, Making Wishes
The real you is not sad, angry, depressed, ashamed, hurt, bitter or lost. These things are not real. They feel real but — Sue Fitzmaurice
When she enters the room she immediately shuts the window and draws the shade with a quick, hard pull. Then she throws h — Stig Dagerman, Sleet: Selected Stories