Quotes About Melancholy

Unless it can be proven to me—to me as I am now, today, with my heart and my beard, and my putrefaction—that, in the infinite run it does not matter a jot that a North American girl child named Dolores Haze had been deprived of her childhood by a maniac, unless this can be proven (and if it can, life is a joke) I see nothing for the treatment of my misery but the melancholy and very local palliative of articulate art.

He tried to recall his best moments with her, but those moments were poisoned forever.

Enchia-me o peito uma tempestade de soluços.

The viola da gamba sonatas, the same recording he was listening to now. Vittorio Ghielmi on gamba and Lorenzo Ghielmi on the fortepiano. He loved this recording for its clarity, and for its combination of melancholy and high spirits.

I heard him tell our parents, "She said no," and my melancholy deepened. Mom and Dad and Chris were downstairs together, merrily strapping on nunchucks and punching each other in the face, while here I was, gloomy and alone. And whose fault is that? I asked myself. Oh, shut up. , I replied.

My tears were hot and salty, and I imagine them melting my heart.

Alas, poor YORICK!

When an exquisite poem brings one's eyes to the point of tears, those tears are not evidence of an excess of joy, they are witness far more to an exacerbated melancholy, a disposition of the nerves, a nature exiled among imperfect things, which would like to possess, without delay, a paradise revealed on this very same earth.

What do I care that you are good?Be beautiful! and be sad!

As a remedy against all ills; poverty, sickness, and melancholy only one thing is absolutely necessary; a liking for work.

I felt like crying but nothing came out. it was just a sort of sad sickness, sick sad, when you can't feel any worse. I think you know it. I think everybody knows it now and then. but I think I have known it pretty often, too often.

But the little girl growing up still hisses a tune, that of the cottage train. (Mais la petite fille qui grandit siffle toujours un air, celui du train de la chaumière)"

The meagre lighthouse all in white, haunting the seaboard, as if it were the ghost of an edifice that had once had colour and rotundity, dripped melancholy tears after its late buffeting by the waves.

And still I stood looking at the house, thinking how happy I should be if I lived there with her, and knowing that I never was happy with her, but always miserable.

So new to him," she muttered, "so old to me; so strange to him, so familiar to me; so melancholy to both of us!...

Around and around the house the leaves fall thick - but never fast, for they come circling down with a dead lightness that is sombre and slow.

So new to him," she muttered, "so old to me; so strange to him, so familiar to me; so melancholy to both of us! Call Estella.

She indulged in melancholy, that cheapest and most accessible of luxuries...

It's a gloomy thing, however, to talk about one's own past, with the day breaking.

The leaves of memory seemed to make A mournful rustling in the dark.

Black care shall be lessened by sweet song.

He had tragic bones and a lifelong lease on a dark cloud.

Poetry should never hurt. It may stab you with poetic pangs of melancholy but shouldn't ever hurt as life does.

Lush juices of ripe fruits, splashed color flung From Frost's first palette, purple, gold, and red; The last sweet song the meadow lark has sung,— Dirge of the summer dead.