Quotes About Melancholy

I am as melancholy as a gib cat, or a lugged bear.

Now the melancholy God protect thee, and the tailor make thy garments of changeable taffeta, for thy mind is opal.

A countenance more in sorrow than in anger.

By heaven, I do love, and it hath taught me to rime, and to be melancholy.

When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought And with old woes new wail my dear times' waste.

These dreary dumps.

Very tragical mirth.

I can suck melancholy out of a song as a weasel sucks eggs.

This music mads me: let it sound no more.

He had been "drunken" on their rhythms. But now his mind had gone silent, and sitting alone with nothing to do in his remote cabin, all seemed lost. The wind rattled at the door. "It is sad," Steinbeck said in closing, "when the snow is falling.

And what the music elicits—in me, in most everyone who hears it and takes to it—is a strangely comforting, sensual melancholy, a gentle sadness, the kind that comes with soft rain. It's the same for all truly great dark art. There's a pleasure in seeing our shadows paraded beautifully. It's liberating to find them so prettily decked out, a sort of reverse Halloween.

Wild is the music of autumnal winds the faded woods.

...where music dwells Lingering — and wandering on as loth to die...

I had melancholy thoughts... a strangeness in my mind, A feeling that I was not for that hour, Nor for that place.

Wild is the music of autumnal winds Amongst the faded woods.

I heard a thousand blended notes While in a grove I sate reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran; And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man.

Will no one tell me what she sings? Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow For old, unhappy, far-off things And battles long ago.

I heard a thousand blended notes, While in a grove I sat reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts, Bring sad thoughts to the mind." William Wordsworth

Well the country songs themselves are three-chord stories, ballads which are mostly sad. If you are already feeling sorry for yourself when you listen to them they will take you to an even sadder place.

A lot of country music is sad.

It was not that he didn't remember he once had another sort of life. But, like the old yellowing photograph at home, which he did not burn, it was sad to think about, and far away, like another world that had disappeared forever.

What there will be, unfortunately, on the one side is silence, and on the other, evidence of bitterness, evidence of injustice, lack of gentleness, lack of pity. An anatomy of melancholy.

He presses two fingers against each eye and attempts to account for this crippling melancholy, but is having trouble with rational thought. It feels as if someone has taken his head and shaken it. Words are turning to mush and he can see no plausible way of getting through this. Don't fall apart, he tells himself, not here, not now. Hold it together.

And Emma felt another small portion of her soul fall away