Quotes About Melancholy

Daily, with her school-books in her satchel, this little cherub passed the quaint old bell tower, always skipping merrily along and warbling a plaintive air.

Hier kömmt eine Nahrung, bei der man eher Grillen machen kann. Der liebe melancholische Kaffee!

Il suono della fisarmonica arrivava fin laggiù; il motivo saltellante e voluttuoso richiamava alla danza, ma a volte si mutava il lamento, come stanco di gioia, come rimpiangendo il piacere che passa e gemendo per l'inutilità di tutte le cose: allora anche l'occhio melanconico delle giumente pareva pieno di una dolcezza nostalgica.

She released his hand and sat back. That air of sadness had descended on her once more. His father had carried a similar melancholy after his mother had passed; Poe would see it descend on him like a shadow, settle over his shoulders like a blanket made of warmth and memory and longing and loss. Leia wore something made of the same material, and not for the first time Poe wondered how she had come by it and, perhaps more importantly, who had given it to her.

The Blue Hose of Presbyterian College and the Ichabods of Washburn University are perhaps the most amusing nicknames in collegiate sports; Blue Hose refers to stockings, not to melancholy courtesans.

Cây n?n cháy, l?a xanh, l?a ??, Chân n?n kia, l? nh? lâm ly. L? khô, khi t?t n?n ?i, Cô em khóc lóc, gi?ng kia ?ã khàn. Cây n?n cháy, l?a vàng, l?a ??, Ng?i cùng em, hát ?? ?ôi câu. Tình ?au, khúc hát c?ng r?u Kim ?âm vào m?t, l? ?au ch?y tràn...

L'anémone et l'ancolie Ont poussé dans le jardin Où dort la mélancolie Entre l'amour et le dédain Il y vient aussi nos ombres Que la nuit dissipera Le soleil qui les rend sombres Avec elles disparaîtra Les déités des eaux vives Laissent couler leurs cheveux Passe il faut que tu poursuives Cette belle ombre que tu veux

it's raining womens voices as if they were dead even in memory

Au lac de tes yeux très profond Mon pauvre coeur se noie et fond Là le défont Dans l'eau d'amour et de folie Souvenir et Mélancolie

Le jour n'existe plus le soleil s'est noyé

El Von Humboldt barriobajero explorador, sabio y buscador de nuevas especies, ha creído encontrar un antro del tamaño de su melancolía.

Are the days of winter sunshine just as sad for you, too? When it is misty, in the evenings, and I am out walking by myself, it seems to me that the rain is falling through my heart and causing it to crumble into ruins.

and this morning I am without fire, my marrow is ash, I am very sad.

The fountains are dusty in the Graveyard of Dreams; The hinges are rusty, they swing with tiny screams.

coffa or cauphe, a kind of drink among the Turks and Persians, (and of late introduced among us) which is black, thick and bitter, destrained from Berries of that nature, and name, thought good and very wholesom: they say it expels melancholy.

you're certain, then, that no human affection can outlast a five-year absence?" "It can, undoubtedly," replied the Chinese, "but only as a fragrance whose melancholy we may enjoy.

He watched the scene and thought of life; and (as always happened when he thought of life) he became sad. A gentle melancholy took possession of him. He felt how useless it was to struggle against fortune, this being the burden of wisdom which the ages had bequeathed him.

All seemed weary of life even before entering upon it.

My eyes were often full of tears (I could not tell why) and at times a flood from my heart seemed to pour itself out into my bosom. I thought little of the future. I did not know whether I would ever speak to her or not or, if I spoke to her, how I could tell her of my confused adoration. But my body was like a harp and her words and gestures were like fingers running upon the wires.

It made me sad to see your eyes. I cannot say why.

He thought that he was sick in his heart if you could be sick in that place. (...) He wanted to cry.

One feels that one is listening to thought-tormented music

He watched the scene and thought of life; and (as always happened when he thought of life) he became sad.

Melancholy was the dominant note of his temperament, he thought, but it was a melancholy tempered by recurrences of faith and resignation and simple joy.