Quotes About Melancholy

It is so sweet to be sad when one has nothing to be sad about.

She said, "I am aweary, aweary,I would that I were dead!"

little distant sounds of shut-away singing

no more than a flash of free-will until the clouds close their options and the whole melancholy air surrenders to pure fear and falls

He broke my heart, and now it's raining, just to rub it in...

Lucia began to write with the new pen on a green suitcase afternoons after tea hour during the loneliest hours in an institution of the type of Barnaderg Bay, between tea and bed—the dark and gloomy, often wet hours of the day for half the year, and the poignantly light and melancholy, also often wet hours of the day during the second half of the year.

I don't do anything with my life except romanticize and decay with indecision.

Pain seems to be easier, or melancholy seems to be easier to portray in a character. I don't know if that's because I'm a human being or because I'm an Irishman or both.

The voice is like a man, like ourselves: we all feel melancholic about what we have lost, the things we could do when we were young. But having the possibility to still perform is wonderful. The voice loses elasticity as you age, but on the other hand, maybe you are more mature as an interpreter, maybe your approach to singing deepens.

Music makes me cry.

Most Billy Joel songs make me want to cry a little.

It's really a sad story, and I liked that. The songs on this album talk about relationships in every aspect.

I would like to find the words to make sure the man only looks longingly at the way night has begun to deepen itself in the river. It's easy to drown yourself in words that drift out of your past. — Richard Jackson, from "Easy," Broken Horizons (Press 53, 2018)

Instead they're crying like a school bus full of little French girls whose ice cream all melted.

I am singing now while Rome burns.

This is where he trots out his sadness. Little black cloud, little black umbrella.

The radio aches a little tune that tells the story of what the night is thinking. It's thinking of love.

You were very beautiful.

It's fun to sing sad songs. And it's fun to listen to sad songs. Enjoyable. Satisfying. Something.

I'm only interested in stories that are about the crushing of the human heart.

I went to bed feeling melancholy, wishing I could have poured out all my fears and insecurities to my mom. Wasn't that what normal mothers and daughters did?

EXEUNT THE VIOLS Listen: even the ocean mourns the passage of voices so pure and penetrant, that insect hum. Who discovered usefulness? Who forgot how to sing, simply? (Magnificence spoke up briefly, followed by the race boat's break-neck dazzle.)…their last chord a breath drawn deep in a garden maze, there near the statue smiling under the stars.

Generally thus much we may conclude of melancholy; that it is [2604] most pleasant at first, I say, mentis gratissimus error, [2605] a most delightsome humour, to be alone, dwell alone, walk alone, meditate, lie in bed whole days, dreaming awake as it were, and frame a thousand fantastical imaginations unto themselves.

I would advise him that is actually melancholy not to read this tract of Symptoms, lest he disquiet or make himself for a time worse, and more melancholy than he was before.