Once again she grew sad at the thought of leaving him.

After she was gone I grew very sad and lonely.

He said nothing, but his face grew sad and lines I had never noticed before appeared.

The thought seemed a miserable one; but I would not grow sad.

But most of all he grew sadder, in a deep way you probably have to be him to understand.

He paused for a moment, as if listening to himself, and his face grew sad.

He took her hands, and his eyes grew infinitely sad.

His face grew sad as he continued, "Some there were who would not give up the old ways.

She sat there quietly on the grass and grew very sad.

I want the dead lovers of the world to hear our laughter, and grow sad.