Elegiac

Usage examples of sad.

I segued into the second movement, that sense of bright expectation replaced by the slow, haunting strains of the Adagio, at once lyrical and sad -- mirroring the turns my own life had taken, the shifting harmonies sounding to me like the raised voices of ghosts, of echoes.

People will change their view of me, from reckless Fuck-Up to helpless Martyr, from dangerous Fool to sad Victim, from addicted Asshole to unfortunate Child.

With a sad heart she turned her steps to the prison-gate, but here she was denied admittance, and for ten days she found the prison-door closed against her.

She did not remind them that Agatine Slegin was the last of her Name, or say what a sad occasion it always was when an ancient family died out.

The Almoner greeted him in a kindly manner and gave him a beautiful round cheese and a warm blanket and asked what had happened to make his face so long and sad.

Poets and kings are but the clerks of Time, Tiering the same dull webs of discontent, Clipping the same sad alnage of the years.

Now here Jocelyn sighed amain and, sitting beneath a tree, fell to sad and wistful thinking.

How sad it is you will realize when I tell you that daily I thank God on my knees - for I still believe in God, despite what was alleged against me by the inquisitors of Aragon - that she who inspired this love of which I am to tell you is now in the peace of death.

In company with the brothers of the Order, Michel stood easily on his good leg, feeling at once happy, sad, and gratified as he watched Aumery kneeling before the altar.

But, however kindly they addressed him, Avenant rode on and answered nothing, for he was too sad at heart.

William Bedel of the Hawks, who answered this time, his voice infinitely sad.

Now she found it lacking, an oddly empty, circumscribed happiness bound up in self-indulgence and personal gratification, bereft of interest in or concern for others, ultimately puzzling and somehow sad.

For Berel Jastrow these rotten remains possess all the sad sacred sweetness of the dead: poor cold silent mechanisms, once warm happy creatures sparkling with life, now dumb and motionless without the spark of God in them, but destined one day in His good time to rise again.

To wind up quickly the visit of Berel, we had a sad interlude of family gossip.

I was a stranger in that company, A Galilean whom his speech bewrayed, And when they lifted up their songs of glee, My voice sad discord made.