Quotes About Melancholy

Oftentimes, especially in the context of an acoustic song, I'm motivated to write by some amount of melancholy.

I listen to old music, man.

Music can be a way for me to think back a lot of the time, almost like an opening into all the nostalgia I never express.

I love grand opera. I can't hear 'La Boheme' without dissolving.

He must have a truly romantic nature, for he weeps when there is nothing at all to weep about.

The weather is entrancing, but in my heart there is no sun.

I don't think I am heartless. Do you?' 'You have done too many foolish things during the last fortnight to be entitled to give yourself that name, Dorian,' answered Lord Henry with his sweet melancholy smile.

There are as many Hamlets as there are melancholies.

What a laugh she had!--just like a thrush singing. And how pretty she had been in her cotton dresses and her large hats! She knew nothing, but she had everything that he had lost.

There was something tragic in a friendship so colored by romance.

There seemed to him to be something tragic in a friendship so coloured by romance.

Why is it that I can't feel this tragedy as much as I want to?

It had brought melancholy across his passions. Its mere memory had marred many moments of joy. It had been like conscience to him. Yes, it had been conscience. He would destroy it.

he had been filled with terror lest other eyes should look upon it. It had brought melancholy across his passions. Its mere memory had marred many moments of joy. It had been like conscience to him. Yes, it had been conscience. He would destroy it.

Like the painting of a sorrow, A face without a heart.

I carry Sorrow, a grey bird, sluggish, in my chest.

To feed her love on melancholy sorrow

He was a Frenchman, a melancholy-looking man. His aspect was that of one who has been looking for the leak in a gas pipe with a lighted candle.

Vladimir specialized in grey studies of hopeless misery, where nothing happened till page 380, when the muzhik decided to commit suicide.

He was always inclined to read a fictitious sombreness into things when the shadows began to creep over the world and it was still too early for a cocktail.

His brow was sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought and his air that of a man who, if he had said ''Hullo, girls'', would have said it like someone in a Russian drama announcing that Grandpapa had hanged himself in the barn.

She was oppressed by the eternal melancholy miracle of the fat man who does not realize that he has become fat.

My soul is an empty carousel at sunset.

Like them you are tall and taciturn, and you are sad, all at once, like a voyage.