Quotes About Melancholy

Life is sad. Here is someone.

She was unequal to anyone's wistfulness. She had made too little of her life. Its loneliness shamed her like a crime.

Beauty could not love you back. People were not what they seemed and certainly not what they said. Madness was contagious. Memory served melancholy. The medieval was not so bad. Gravity was a form of nostalgia. There could be virtue in satirizing virtue. Dwight Eisenhower and Werner von Braun had the exact same mouths. No one loved a loser until he completely lost. The capital of Burma was Rangoon.

Life is sad, I thought. Here is someone.

There comes a point in life where each one of us who survives begins to feel like a ghost that has forgotten to die at the right time, and certainly most of us were more amusing when we were young. It seems that age folds the heart in on itself. Some of us walk detached, dreaming on the past, and some of us realize that we have lost the trick of standing in the sun.

I am ashamed. I play a diminshed chord because I am diminished.

I wish I had no heart, it aches so…

Laurie felt just then that his heart was entirely broken and the world a howling wilderness.

Some days must be dark and sad and dreary.

The song was wistful as the ballads Slidell and the Clayton brothers played, except words weren't needed to feel the yearning. That made the music all the more sorrowful, because this song wasn't about one lost love or one dead child or parent. It was as if the music was about every loss that had ever been.

She's full of trivial sadness

And it gets so gloomy and so monotonous. Probably the casino---

Lady Anne fetched a sigh.

In a gloomy corner, she's still quite pretty.

Entre os pensamentos, as suspeitas são como morcegos, sempre voam no crepúsculo e certamente devem ser reprimidas, ou pelo menos bem vigiadas; elas levam reis à tirania, maridos ao ciúme e os homens sábios à indecisão e à melancolia, como disse o filósofo Francis Bacon.

He grew morose, and felt himself half overcome by funk

At the time I was feeling hopeful, which now seems kind of sad and brave.

any pop song in this particular country, when sung by several citizens at once, tended to turn into a mindless celebration devoid of any genuine sense of melancholy.

My melancholy is the most faithful sweetheart I have had.

My melancholy is the most faithful mistress I have known; what wonder, then, that I love her in return.

Birkaç aÄŸlama nöbetinin ard?ndan ÅŸimdi ÅŸu dingin ruh haliyle ne kadar güzelleÅŸti. Varl??? hüzünle ac?n?n güzel bir uyumu

My soul is so heavy that no longer can any thought sustain it, no wingbeat lift it up into the ether. If it moves, it only sweeps along the ground like the low flight of birds when a thunderstorm is brewing.

Besides my other numerous circle of acquaintances I have one more intimate confidant – my melancholy. In the midst of my joy, in the midst of my work, he waves to me, calls me to one side, even though physically I stay put. My melancholy is the most faithful mistress I have known; what wonder, then, that I love her in return. […]

By faith he was a stranger in the land of promise, and there was nothing to recall what was dear to him, but by its novelty everything tempted his soul to melancholy yearning — and yet he was God's elect, in whom the Lord was well pleased!