Quotes About Melancholy

Melancholy: an appetite no misery satisfies.

Over all crowds there seems to float a vague distress, an atmosphere of pervasive melancholy, as if any large gathering of people creates an aura of terror and pity.

The air there was heavy with the somnolence of a party prolonged into the early hours; and a dull light came from the lamps, whose charred wicks glowed red inside their globes. The ladies had reached that vaguely melancholy hour when they felt it necessary to tell each other the story of their lives.

The ladies had reached that vaguely melancholy hour when they felt it necessary to tell each other their histories.

The shelves had the melancholy emptiness and the false luxury of families where inferior meat is purchased, so as to be able to put flowers on the table.

Time brought resignation and a melancholy sweeter than common joy.

The intense horror of nightmare came over me: I tried to draw back my arm, but the hand clung to it, and a most melancholy voice sobbed, 'Let me in - let me in!' 'Who are you?' I asked, struggling, meanwhile, to disengage myself. 'Catherine Linton,' it replied, shiveringly (why did I think of LINTON? I had read EARNSHAW twenty times for Linton) - 'I'm come home: I'd lost my way on the moor!' As it spoke, I discerned, obscurely, a child's face looking through the window.

The flash of her eyes had been succeeded by a dreamy and melancholy softness; they no longer gave the impression of looking at the objects around her: they appeared always to gaze beyond, and far beyond—you would have said out of this world.

The longer he stood, the plainer his reflections revealed their blackness through his features.

It was very, very sad: and while I read I sighed, for it seemed as if all joy had vanished from the world, never to be restored.

melancholy sweeter than common joy.

Her features were so sad, they did not seem hers:

He didn't pray for Catherine's soul to haunt him. Time bought resignation, and a melancholy sweeter than common joy. He recalled her memory with ardent, tender love, and hopeful aspiring to the better world; where he doubted not she was gone.

While I read, I sighed, for it seemed as if all joy had vanished from the world, never to be restored

There's a certain slant of light, On winter afternoons, That oppresses, like the weight Of cathedral tunes.

I felt as though i were being shown a photo of someone well loved, and long dead. I didn't want to be reminded of what I no longer seemed to have.

Le veritable voyage consiste toujours en la confrontation d'un imaginaire a une realite: il se situe entre ces deux mondes. Une secrete melancolie s'attache aux etres que l'on quitte apres les avoir beaucoup aimes.

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When I go away from you The world beats dead Like a slackened drum....

Mexico. Melancholy, profoundly right and wrong, it embraces as it strangulates

All changes, even the most longed for, must have their melancholy

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It's one of those dumb days where nothing's really wrong but nothing's really right either and the sky can't even choose to be white or gray.

When I hear the bagpipes, it makes the hairs on my neck stand on end. It always makes me weep.