Quotes About Melancholy

Movie composer Henry Mancini, stimulated by Audrey to write 'Moon River' and 'Charade' and 'Two for the Road', always maintained that if you listened carefully to these three songs you could almost determine who inspired them. They were all imbued, he said, with Audrey's inimitable wistfulness – 'a kind of slight sadness'.

My heart lost rhythm at the flicker of phantom in the whiskey-stained voice.

Although according to certain philosophers it is quite difficult to distinguish the jester from the melancholic, life itself being a comic drama or a dramatic comedy.

The funniest people are the saddest once

The funniest people are the saddest ones

He was Archie Grant, boon companion, should-be pirate, and suspected second-story man who could melt a girl with his smile but then would have no idea where the puddle at his feet had come from.

It is a melancholy fact that childhood, so short when compared with the average span of life, should exert such a strong and permanent influence on character that no amount of self-training afterwards can ever completely counter it.

Y está triste como una silla abandonada en la mitad del patio azul Los pájaros la rodean Cae una aguja Las hojas resbalan sin tocarla Y está triste en mitad del patio con la mirada baja los pechos alicaídos dos palomas tardas Y un collar sin perro en la mano Como una silla ya vacía.

I am now forced to admit that anxiety is my true condition, occasionally intruded on by work, pleasure, melancholy or despair.

One of the first albums I can remember hearing was a Supertramp best of, with mostly 'Breakfast in America' songs on it. It's kind of the same thing as the Flaming Lips, where there are these really melancholy lyrics and melodies, yet it's extremely uplifting. They're like a nonfuturistic version of the Flaming Lips.

The novel is like a melancholy form. It's about some kind of disillusionment with the way things are versus the idea of how they could be or how they used to be.

SAD!' is definitely one of my go-to songs when I want to vibe.

The biggest problem with melancholy is that it is more detailed than the world.

My head was a desolate place and as barren as the bare hills of Le Marche. Until I began to build in it, only vultures nested there. The palace started as a single vaulted room and grew in proportion to my despair. It began as an exercise to keep my mind from its melancholy, then it became a dream and a necessity. . . . I built a temple in my head. . . . Its hallways were as lofty as a cathedral, and the arch of each window as supple as a bow. Its corridors were the passages of my own brain.

The palace started as a single vaulted room and grew in proportion to my despair. It began as an exercise to keep my mind from its melancholy, then it became a dream and a necessity. . . . I built a temple in my head. . . . Its hallways were as lofty as a cathedral, and the arch of each window as supple as a bow. Its corridors were the passages of my own brain.

Sometimes my love is melancholy and I hold her head in my hands. Sometimes I recall our hair grows after death. Then, I must grab handfuls of her hair, and, I tell you, there are apples, walnuts, ships sailing, ships docking, and men taking off their boots, their hearts breaking, not knowing which they love more, the water, or their women's hair, sprouting from the head, rushing toward the feet.

We of the craft are all crazy. Some are affected by gaiety, others by melancholy, but all are more or less touched.

I turn melancholy when I lie out in the sun. I mourn my unhappy origins. I feel sad for my mother, frustrated as a wife, disdainful now that she's a widow.

During the blue nights you think the end of day will never come. As the blue nights draw to a close (and they will, and they do) you experience an actual chill, an apprehension of illness, at the moment you first notice: the blue light is going, the days are already shortening, the summer is gone.

It is hard to find California now, unsettling to wonder how much of it was merely imagined or improvised; melancholy to realize how much of anyone's memory is no true memory at all but only the traces of someone else's memory, stories handed down on the family network.

As a remedy against all ills - poverty sickness and melanchol - only one thing is absolutely necessary: a liking for work.

Being overwhelmed with sadness but not really knowing why your lonely.

Being angry, or even furious is one hundred times better than being sad..

What we might call, by way of eminence, the Dismal Science