Quotes About Melancholy

Sadness had reigned in undisputed sovereignty over his shadowed childhood.

Hello darkness, my old friend. I've come to talk with you again

Give us either bright sun or pouring rain—the in-between stuff depresses me.

Boredom is that awful state of inaction when the very medicine ? that is, activity ? which could solve it, is seen as odious. Archery? It is too cold, and besides, the butts need re-covering; the rats have been at the straw. Music? To hear it is tedious; to compose it, too taxing. And so on. Of all the afflictions, boredom is ultimately the most unmanning. Eventually, it transforms you into a great nothing who does nothing ? a cousin to sloth and a brother to melancholy.

Perhaps - I want the old days back again and they'll never come back, and I am haunted by the memory of them and of the world falling about my ears.

I feel a sadness I expected and which comes only from myself. I say I've always been sad. That I can see the same sadness in photos of myself when I was small. That today, recognizing it as the sadness I've always had, I could almost call it by my own name, it's so like me.

I was willing to yield to nostalgia, that melancholy residue of desire.

Nenhum alívio há para o meu mal, e se me lembro das minhas alegrias maior é ainda o meu desespero.

Don't let the sun go down on me.

You don't bring me anything but down.

What a fine weather today! Can't choose whether to drink tea or to hang myself.

Si alguna vez me suicido, será en domingo. Es el día más desalentador, el más insulso.

Casi todos los domingos, almuerzo y ceno solo, e inevitablemente me pongo melancólico. "¿Qué he hecho de mi vida?" es una pregunta que suena a Gardel o a Suplemento Femenino o artículo del Reader's Digest. No importa. Hoy domingo, me siento más allá de lo irrisorio y puedo hacerme preguntas de ese tipo.

No sé si alguna vez les ha pasado a ustedes pero el Jardín Botánico siempre ha tenido una agradable propensión a los sueños a que los insectos suban por las piernas y la melancolía baje por los brazos hasta que uno cierra los puños y la atrapa.

La estricta realidad me aburre, y el arte me parece hábil, pero nunca eficaz, nunca legítimo. Tan sólo un ingenuo recurso que ciertos tipos desengañados, sinvergüenzas o melancólicos usan para mentirse o, lo que es peor aún, para mentirme. Y no quiero mentirme. Quiero saber todo acerca de mi mismo.

He watched the sun rise beyond the grape arbor. In the thin golden light the young leaves and tendrils of the Scuppernong were like Twink Weatherby's hair. He decided that sunrise and sunset both gave him a pleasantly sad feeling. The sunrise brought a wild, free sadness; the sunset, a lonely yet a comforting one. He indulged his agreeable melancholy until the earth under him turned from gray to lavender and then to the color dried corn husks.

It is a time when one's spirit is subdued and sad, one knows not why; when the past seems a storm-swept desolation, life a vanity and a burden, and the future but a way to death.

I know not why there is such a melancholy feeling attached to the remembrance of past happiness, except that we fear that the future can have nothing so bright as the past.

The past, present, and future, were all equally in gloom.

When lovely woman stoops to folly, and finds too late that men betray, what charm can soothe her melancholy, what art can wash her guilt away?

When you miss someone, every song you hear seems to be written and sung with them in mind.

A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain.

Just when I thought I was over you and just when I thought I could stand on my own. Oh, baby those memories come crushing through. And I just can't go on without you.

Your caresses enfold me, like climbing Vines on melancholy walls