Quotes About Melancholy

The light is fading from the day. The rest is darkness and dismay.

She made sadness beautiful

Se sentía completamente tranquilo, frío; si acaso, un poco triste; era una tristeza misteriosa que consideraba ya inseparable de su carácter.

An unchangeable colour rules over the melancholic: his dwelling is a space the colour of mourning. Nothing happens in it. No one intrudes. It is a bare stage where the inert I is assisted by the I suffering from that inertia. The latter wishes to free the former, but all efforts fail, as Theseus would have failed had he been not only himself but also the Minotaur; to kill him then, he would have had to kill himself

but the day rains over the emptiness of everything

Éste es mi silencio, mi falta de ganas, mi inutilidad atroz.

the wine the sadness and the night

The same night, the same rain.

Un color invariable rige al melancólico: su interior es un espacio de color de luto; nada pasa allí, nadie pasa. Es una escena sin decorados donde el yo inerte es asistido por el yo que sufre por esa inercia. Este quisiera liberar al prisionero, pero cualquier tentativa fracasa como hubiera fracasado Teseo si, además de ser él mismo, hubiese sido, también, el Minotauro; matarlo, entonces, habría exigido matarse.

Creo que la melancolía es, en suma, un problema musical: una disonancia, un ritmo trastornado. Mientras afuera todo sucede con un ritmo vertiginoso de cascada, adentro hay una lentitud exhausta de gota de agua cayendo de tanto en tanto.

Pero ahora llueve. Y me dejo seducir por la dulzura de la lluvia.

He dado el salto de mí al alba. He dejado mi cuerpo junto a la luz y he cantado la tristeza de lo que nace

Grises pájaros en el amanecer son a la ventana cerrada lo que a mis males mi poema

Paso desnuda con un cirio en la mano, castillo frío, jardín de las delicias. La soledad no es estar parada en el muelle, a la madrugada, mirando el agua con avidez. La soledad es no poder decirla por no poder circundarla por no poder darle un rostro por no poderla hacer sinónimo de un paisaje. La soledad sería esta melodía rota de mis frases.

It was a melancholy day indeed when the sister of solitude was Sunday's silver lining.

Poor land, poor land, what do you mean to the heart that moves in me? Poor love, poor love, poor wife of mine, why do you weep so bitterly? (from Retribution book 2, I)

My dearest, tenderest one, I love the star-infused melancholy of your face,

the nearing resurrection Of dreary, melancholy days…

There is something sinister, something quite biographical about what I do - but that part is for me. It's my personal business. I think there is a lot of romance, melancholy. There's a sadness to it, but there's romance in sadness. I suppose I am a very melancholy person.

Oh name forever sad! forever dear!Still breath'd in sighs, still usher'd with a tear.

Thy voice I seem in ev'ry hymn to hear, with ev'ry bead I drop too soft a tear...

There have been seasons in the history of the human race, melancholy seasons for the human mind, the "evil days" spoken of by Milton, when men of letters could not, with any self-respect, mix in politics. How much more highly we should think of Seneca if that literary Stoic had not been a minister of Nero.

The most despairing songs are the loveliest of all,I know immortal ones composed only of tears.

There is no worse sorrow than remembering happiness in the day of sorrow.