Quotes About Melancholy

I see their dark forms, their beards move in the wind. I know nothing of them except that they are prisoners; and that is exactly what troubles me. Their life is obscure and guiltless;--if I could know more of them, what their names are, how they live, what they are waiting for, what are their burdens, then my emotion would have an object and might become sympathy. But as it is I perceive behind them only the suffering of the creature, the awful melancholy of life and the pitilessness of men.

Please let the wind of desire that rose from the multi-coloured spines of those books catch me up again, let it melt the heavy, lifeless lead weight that is there somewhere inside me, and awaken in me once again the impatience of the future, the soaring delight in the world of the intellect – let it carry me back into the ready-for-anything lost world of my youth.

we stood on the threshold of life. And so it would seem. We had as yet taken no root. The war swept us away. For the others, the older men, it is but an interruption. They are able to think beyond it. We, however, have been gripped by it and do not know what the end may be. We know only that in some strange and melancholy way we have become a waste land.

Kantorek would say that we stood on the threshold of life. And so it would seem. We had as yet taken no root. The war swept us away. For the others, the older men, it is but an interruption. They are able to think beyond it. We, however, have been gripped by it and do not know what the end may be. We know only that in some strange and melancholy way we have become a wasteland.

On devient mélancolique lorsqu'on pense à la vie... cynique lorsqu'on voit ce qu'en font la plupart des gens.

Kantorek would say that we stood on the threshold of life. And so it would seem. We had as yet taken no root. The war swept us away. For the others, the older men, it is but an interruption. They are able to think beyond it. We, however, have been gripped by it and do not know what the end may be. We know only that in some strange and melancholy way we have become a waste land. All the same, we are not often sad.

Why are you melancholy? - Ach, I don't know. Because it's getting dark. All decent people are melancholy when evening comes. Not for any particular reason. Just on general grounds. -But only when they're alone. -Of course. The hour of the shadows. The hour of loneliness. The hour when cognac tastes best.

Non può essere del tutto scomparsa, quella tenerezza che ci turbava il sangue, quell'incertezza, quell'inquietudine di ciò che doveva giungere, i mille volti dell'avvenire, la melodia dei sogni e dei libri, il fruscio lontano, il presentimento della donna: non può essere scomparso tutto questo sotto il fuoco tambureggiante, nella disperazione, nei bordelli di truppa.

Leur existence est anonyme et sans culpabilité; si j'en savais davantage sur leur compte, c'est-à-dire comment ils s'appellent, comment ils vivent, ce qu'ils attendent, ce qui les oppresse, mon émotion aurait un but concret et pourrait devenir de la compassion. Mais je n'éprouve ici, derrière eux, que la douleur de la créature, l'épouvantable mélancolie de l'existence et l'absence de pitié qui caractérisent les hommes.

Melanholi?an postaje ?ovek kad razmišlja o životu, a cini?an kad vidi kako ve?ina ljudi postupa.

I know nothing about them except that they are prisoners-of-war, and that is precisely what shakes me. Their lives are anonymous and blameless; if I knew more about them, what they are called, how they live, what their hopes and fears are, then my feelings might have a focus and could turn into sympathy. But at the moment all I sense in them is the pain of the dumb animal, the fearful melancholy of life and the pitilessness of men. - Paul Buemer

It is true that in this time people set their faces hard for photographs, partly from custom, partly because of deficits in photographic technology, but this crowd might not have smiled for the better part of a century. The women seem suspended in a state somewhere between melancholy and fury and are surrounded by old men in strange beards that look as if someone had dabbed glue at random points on their faces, then hurled buckets of white hair in their direction.

I felt very lonely when they were all there.

There is a hollow empty feeling that a man can have when he is waked too early in the morning that is almost like the feeling of disaster and he had this multiplied a thousand times.

I drank a bottle of wine for company.

Rude?os ar skumj?m samierinies.

In people like us, the craving is as strong as the craving for food or water, the yearning for touch or light or love. I was looking for something--a diversion, an occupation, an unwavering force--that would elevate me, that would lift me out of the melancholy dissection of my own interior geography that otherwise would have consumed me pitilessly, as it had my father. I wanted to fly above myself-- if only for a few hours--and look down in tranquility upon my life.

Is the sorrow of death the same as the sorrow of knowing the pain in a child's future? What about the melancholy of music? Is it the same as the melancholy of a summer dusk? Is the loss I was feeling for my father the same I would have felt for a man better-fit to the world, a man who might have thrown a baseball with me or taken me out in the mornings to fish? Both we call grief. I don't think we have words for our feelings any more than we have words for our thoughts.

Hello, you've reached the winter of our discontent.

Magpie' by The Unthanks),

In the daytime, when the sun is young, My heart aches for thee. I take a flute and blow it. I go out wandering. Taking a long sword, I go away into the night; I go away under the dark sky. I fear nothing...

Your melancholy . Or depression. Along with nine-tenths of the afflictions I've studied, diagnosed, attempted to treat. Call them whatever you like, but they're just different names for loneliness. That's what lets the darkness in. That's what you have to fight.

Always alone and in the midst of men, I come back to my rooms to dream with myself, and to surrender myself to all the vivacity of my melancholy,' he wrote.

Playing the bagpipes – as everyone knows – is the best remedy for depression