Quotes About Melancholy

Potser si torno de puntetes m'acollirà la mateixa divagatòria complaença que enyorava, i no hauré de retre comptes d'una tan llarga absència. Pugnen els versos per obrir-se pas entre la fronda de vells moviments obscurs i contumaços, però l'ordre restablert amb esforç és una melodia que ja puc repetir amb dits insegurs només tancant els ulls.

În curtea interioar? ce ne strângea pur È™i simplu la umeri ca o hain? prea strâmt?, vântul negru È™i cald ne învelea într-un fel de tristeÈ›e creol?, parc? venit? din amintiri foarte vechi.

And I realize how useless wails are and how gratuitous melancholy is.

BucureÅŸtiul, îndeosebi, are cele mai toxice amurguri, în toate anotimpurile. E greu s? r?mâi singur, s? nu te îndr?gosteÅŸti, s? nu-Å£i cauÅ£i pereche într-un astfel de oraÅŸ, în care soarele se stinge cu atâta melancolie...

All happiness has vanished

Keep it simple, keep it sexy, keep it sad.

I portatori bravi tenevano le mani sui fianchi e si muovevano insieme, facendo oscillare la portantina al ritmo della bella e triste melodia suonata dai musici, per far capire che dietro ogni felicità si cela sempre una sofferenza.

I become quite melancholy and deeply grieved to see men behave to each other as they do. Everywhere I find nothing but base flattery, injustice , self-interest, deceit and roguery. I cannot bear it any longer; I'm furious; and my intention is to break with all mankind.

Ceaseless as the interminable voices of the bell-cricket, all night till dawn my tears flow.

She was gentle and sedate as usual, but evidently absent and preoccupied. Her eyes rested on the dew lying on the grass in the garden, and her ears were intent upon the melancholy singing of the autumn insects. It was as if we were in a real romance.

sen ?ehre s?rt?n? dönen uykusuz da?l? gemiler nerde (ki ço?u hüviyetidir melankolinin) nerde ayk?r? mavzerler (onlara s??d?ramazs?n ki öfkelerini) barut esmeri tenine sevdalar?m? sürdü?üm nas?l ta??d?n bunca y?l delirmi? saçlar?nda o eski ?ark yelini biliyorum dokunsam parmaklar?m k?r?l?r dokunmasam e?k?ya uykusuzlu?u çetin silahlar gibi

I do not speak Kiowa, and I never understood her prayers, but there was something inherently sad in the sound, some merest hesitation upon the syllables of sorrow.

Song of Longing Will you come to me now Thee white moon shines on the cornfields Evening falls among the melon rows The orange sun sets on the mountains The river runs sparkling on blue stones And the long reeds bend and sway I will welcome you with sweetgrass and sage Will you come to me now I sing in my heart of your coming I sing in my soul of your coming

All my loves leave me in the winter snow.

Grinning with delight even as my heart ached—a familiar bittersweet feeling, that of enjoying affection from afar—I watched until they all went inside, the cab and the barouche drove away, and it became apparent that the moment of drama was over.

It seemed to us that his sadness was that of a boy, the voluptuous heedless melancholy of a boy who has still not come down to earth, and moves in the arid, solitary world of dreams.

It was a trapped bird, but the sound it made had no anxiety in it, only sadness, impersonal and without hope.

It takes faith, too, and obedience, to conquer selfishness, that unsubmissive characteristic which, if unchecked, produces profound personal melancholy and solitariness. Selfishness is a form of self-worship, and we have been told, "Thou shalt have no other Gods before me" (Exodus 20:3).

I loved you once is among the saddest lines in humanity.

there's something undoing about the dying light of mid-afternoon.

Anyway, she sings like a mad tropical bird, and it's just a fondue of molten wanting and grieving and the sadness of the large naked swinging breasts and soft olive skin and everything that you wish you could remember and feel and know.

Sometimes you feel so happy, it feels almost the same as sadness.

Hamlet got a gun now.

I woke early like a condemned man to the naivety of birdsong.