Quotes About Melancholy

I was always sad as a child, for as long as I can think back. I hated crowds of people, and used to sit in a corner by myself, just thinking.

Yes, I am sad, sad as a circus-lioness, sad as an eagle without wings, sad as a violin with only one string and that one broken, sad as a woman who is growing old. Sad, sad, sad.

Well, the musicals give emphasis to love, longing, melancholy, sadness. All of that is always there.

The colour of my soul is iron-grey and sad bats wheel about the steeple of my dreams.

This melancholy London -- I sometimes imagine that the souls of the lost are compelled to walk through its streets perpetually. One feels them passing like a whiff of air.

As their letters became increasingly melancholy, and as they - especially Stefan Zweig - increasingly refused to believe in any hope for themselves or for mankind, Eva was never included in that despair. This impunity is the same wishful thinking as when parents want to spare their children the difficulties they themselves have had to live through. Yet without that wishfulness, what are the parents doing but letting the melodrama of their own memories dictate the next generation's fate?

All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another. —Anatole France

kUrApIkA iS nOw DrOwNinG iN An InDeScRiBaBlE emPtInEsS...

For a long time I had not approached the forbidden fruit called happiness, but it was now tempting me with a melancholy persistence. I felt as though Sonoko were an abyss above which I stood poised.

I was born with gloomy nature. I do not think I have ever known what it is to be cheerful and at ease.

With a heart unaccustomed to doubting, he never wondered for an instant whether the girl would brave such a storm to keep their rendezvous. He knew nothing of that melancholy and all-too-effective way of passing time by magnifying and complicating his feelings, whether of happiness or uneasiness, through the exercise of imagination.

I was born with a gloomy nature. I do not think I have ever known what it is to be cheerful and at ease.

Cay buruktu. Bilirsiniz, buruk olur tadi yuceligin.

He hadn't been able to explain his ideas of glory and death, or the longing and the melancholy pent up in his chest, or the other dark passions choking in the ocean's swell. Whenever he tried to talk about those things, he failed. If there were times when he felt he was worthless, there were others when something like the magnificence of the sunset over Mnila Bay sent its radiant fire through him and he knew that he had been chosen to tower above other men.

It is very melancholy without you. I love you more all the time and since I did not think there was any more it's an overwhelming and frightening state to be in.

Everything makes me angry, unless it makes me sad.

Her sad girl breath makes me dizzy.

It's not so bad." Melancholia looked at her. "You're lying." "I'll get used to it. So will you." "I... I don't think I'll be able to." "I'll be there to help when you need it." "But I hate you." Valkyrie smiled. "No you don't." "No, I do. I want to kill you and stuff." "We actually became friends in those caves." "That's not what happened, " said Melancholia. "We're pals. We're buddies.

I began to understand that suffering and disappointments and melancholy are there not to vex us or cheapen us or deprive us of our dignity but to mature and transfigure us.

The hollows of his face, even in that vibrant, late-summer light, make him look haunted by a memory he hasn't had yet.

There was a lingering sadness about her that Elsa could never put her finger on.

His words died and he began to rub his temple, frustration glinting in his eyes. Beth put her hand over his. "Don't think of it." "It plays over and over and over again, like a melody that won't stop.

You don't have to dance. Just brood in beat to the music.

Theodore Finch leans against an SUV, hands in pockets, like he has all the time in the world and he expects me. I think of the Virginia Woolf lines, the ones from The Waves: "Pale, with dark hair, the one who is coming is melancholy, romantic. And I am arch and fluent and capricious; for he is melancholy, he is romantic. He is here.