Quotes About Melancholy

Things are sweeter when they're lost.

I only wanted absolute quiet to think out why I had developed a sad attitude toward sadness, a melancholy attitude toward melancholy and a tragic attitude toward tragedy — why I had become identified with the objects of my horror or compassion.

He looked around him wildly, as if the past were lurking here in the shadow of his house, just out of reach of his hand.

At the enchanted metropolitan twilight I felt a haunting loneliness

I suppose all great happiness is a little sad.

He's quite as nervously broken down as I am, but it manifests itself in different ways. His inclination is toward megalomania and mine toward melancholy.

Just as Daisy's house had always seemed to him more mysterious and gay than other houses, so his idea of the city itself, even though she was gone from it, was pervaded with a melancholy beauty.

His day, usually a jelly-like creature, a shapeless, spineless thing, had attained Mesozoic structure. It was marching along surely, even jauntily, toward a climax, as a play should, as a day should. He dreaded the moment when the backbone of the day should be broken, when he should have met the girl at last, talked to her, and then bowed her laughter out the door, returning only to the melancholy dregs in the teacups and the gathering staleness of the uneaten sandwiches.

Softly the two names lingered on the air, died away more slowly than other words, other names, slower than music in the mind.

Ta oli jõudnud ikka, kus surma ei peeta enam viirastuslikuks ootamatuseks, ja kui ta nüüd esimest korda enda ümber ringi vaatas ja kõrget ning nooblit halli ja halli kõrval teisi niisama luksuslikke ruume nägi, hakkas ta kurbusesse segunema aukartus ning uhkus.

There's only one lesson to be learned from life, anyway, interrupted Gloria, not in contradiction but in a sort of melancholy agreement. What's that? demanded Maury sharply. That there's no lesson to be learned from life.

The thin tunes, holding lost times and future hopes in liaison, twisted upon the Valais night.

Her throat, full of aching, grieving beauty.

La propia ciudad, a pesar de que ella se hubiese ido estaba impregnada de una belleza melancólica [...] Alargó la mano desesperadamente como para atrapar solo una brizna de aire, para salvar un fragmento del lugar que ella había hecho precioso para él. Pero todo pasaba demasiado deprisa ya para sus ojos empañados y supo que había perdido para siempre aquella parte que era la más pura y la mejor.

Through all he said, even through his appalling sentimentality, I was reminded of something—an elusive rhythm, a fragment of lost words, that I had heard somewhere a long time ago. For a moment a phrase tried to take shape in my mouth and my lips parted like a dumb man's, as though there was more struggling upon them than a wisp of startled air. But they made no sound, and what I had almost remembered was uncommunicable forever.

At fifteen you had the radiance of early morning, at twenty you will begin to have the melancholy brilliance of the moon, and when you are my age you will give out, as I do, the genial golden warmth of 4PM.

She looks at him once more, with infinite longing, infinite sadness.

What had seemed a melancholy happening, now seemed a tiresome anticlimax. HE was dressed at half past, so he sat down by the window; felt that the sinews of his heart were twisted somewhat more than he had thought. What an ironic mockery the morning seemed! -- bright and sunny, and full of the smell of the garden...

I'm losing my taste for everything, including even my taste for finding everything tasteless.

I Know, I Alone I know, I alone How much it hurts, this heart With no faith nor law Nor melody nor thought. Only I, only I And none of this can I say Because feeling is like the sky - Seen, nothing in it to see.

Should you ask me if I'm happy, I'll answer that I'm not.

It's like being intoxicated with inertia, drunk but with no enjoyment in the drinking or in the drunkenness.

A tedium that includes the expectation of nothing but more tedium; a regret, right now, for the regret I'll have tomorrow for having felt regret today – huge confusions with no point and no truth, huge confusions…

Eu nu m? plâng de lume.Nu protestez în numele universului.Nu sunt pesimist.Eu suf?r ÅŸi plâng,dar nu ÅŸtiu dac? ceea ce exist? în general e suferin??,nici nu ÅŸtiu dac? e omeneÅŸte s? suferi.Suf?r,îns? nu ÅŸtiu dac? pe bun? dreptate.Eu nu sunt pesimist,sunt trist.