Quotes About Melancholy

This was a characteroloical prelude, but it wasn't chemical or somatic. It was the anatomy of melancholy, not the anatomy of his brain.

And nothing to look backward to with pride, and nothing to look forward to with hope.

... back then the sky seemed so vast. And now the sky above me... is low, and narrow, and heavy.

Hope and Happiness Hope is grief's best music.

i find nothing more depressing than optimism.

I was happy in the haze of a drunken hour, but heaven knows I'm miserable now.

ELEGY, n. A composition in verse, in which, without employing any of the methods of humor, the writer aims to produce in the reader's mind the dampest kind of dejection.

Shearwater sighed, like a whale in the night.

There was an iciness, a sinking, a sickening of the heart - an unredeemed dreariness of thought which no goading of the imagination could torture into aught of the sublime

... she indulged in melancholy - that cheapest and most accessible of luxuries.

Saul was hunched over his drink like it was a small fire.

There were two immediate results of my forced loneliness: I began to find company in books, and greater pleasure in music.

I was a happy melancholy, though — a contradiction in terms, to be sure, but every human understands this paradox, because they have all felt it.

He had laughed today; he had been happy. He didn't know why he had not counted more sunny hours in his life, but he hadn't. God had clearly asked him to, but he was intent on having his own nature, and his own nature could be inward, even melancholy. He didn't like it, but here it was.

Oh! dear; I was so miserable! I am sure I must have been as white as my gown.

I've heard them lilting, at the ewe milking,Lasses a' lilting, before dawn of day;But now they are moaning, on ilka green loaning;The flowers of the forest are a' wede away.

And from that day on everything under the sun and moon made me sad—

I went towards the stairs, just as the band was playing 'Now is the Hour', and the music reached down like a long spoon inside me and stirred, and stirred.

Juovuksissa taas, ja onko olemassa muuta kuin ikävä tyhjyydestä pois.

Sorry," [Hamlet] said, rubbing his temples. "I don't know what came over me. All of a sudden I had this overwhelming desire to talk for a very long time without actually doing anything.

lo que Shakespeare llamó 'una cama afligida', o 'apesadumbrada', o 'desconsolada': 'a woeful bed

He pulled the sash down and turned back. Catch my death! he echoed; and he felt like adding: But I've caught it already. I am dead--I've been dead for months and months.

Everything I touched or did spoke to me of sadness. Each article of clothing—shirt, tie, jacket—felt cut out of different bolts of sadness, each a peculiar weave and shape and hang of sadness, as though sadness came in lots of styles.

He thought to himself, I'll never be this perfect again, an idea that made him sad.