Quotes About Melancholy

But probably my favorite music, believe it or not, is sad music.

In sooth I know not why I am so sad. It wearies me, you say it wearies you; But how I caught it, found it, or came by it, What stuff 'tis made of, whereof it is born, I am to learn.

People think I am crazy because they see me doing stand-up, but I am generally not. I am very sad. I'm one of those guys that lights candles and listens to Rachmaninoff.

Gilmartins voice is angelic, but her lyrical subjects are often serious and slightly sad. The conflict of the beauty of her voice and the sadness of her lyrics makes for great music!

Happiness is a sad song.

Be On Your Way is one of the favorite songs I've ever written. What a terribly sad song, but what a beautiful melody.

A lot of country music is sad.

You're a sad little hermit, and it creeps me out.

I've been getting into Nick Drake lately, the folk singer. Sad, gorgeous stuff.

She was sad with an obscure sadness of which she had not the secret herself. There was in her whole person the stupor of a life ended but never commenced.

When everything is finished, the mornings are sad.

loveliness is infernally sad.

I feel sad that he's just a voice now.

They're beautiful. But sad.' Everything's sad if you make it so, I said.

It's just that I feel so sad these wonderful nights. I sort of feel they're never coming again, and I'm not really getting all I could out of them.

I stayed there loving you, though the love made me, not sad but I guess melancholy, for a reason I couldn't point to.

We often feel sad in the presence of music without words; and often more than that in the presence of music without music.

Love is very beautiful, but very, very sad.

There's music for when you're sad or happy or in love; there's music for every moment in life.

What do you know about being sad?' 'I know you don't need a reason.

Aurora is right," Willa said, sounding sad to be agreeing with her.

I set down in a chair by the window and tried to think of something cheerful, but it warn't no use. I felt so lonesome I most wished I was dead.

I loved everything to anything to everyone who surrounded him. He was perfect. A delusion with a sweet melancholy taste. He was crazy, but he was my crazy and inside, everything felt right.

Loneliness becomes an acid that eats away at you.