Quotes About Melancholy

there was something awful about Christmas music when it was nearly summer. It was like a clown in the rain, with his makeup running.

Off they went down the highway, the taillights fading, the song dying, the black metal of the car melting into the fabric of night, and then there was only the whispery sound of good tires on wet cement and finally not even that. Just the blowing sound of the wind and the rain.

the shadow person', the light breath of wind caused by the simultaneous presence and absence of a person who had never died nor entirely departed, just faded into melancholy abstraction.

Often do I strive to allay the burning fever of my blood; and you have never witnessed anything so unsteady, so uncertain, as my heart. But need I confess this to you, my dear friend, who have so often endured the anguish of witnessing my sudden transitions from sorrow to immoderate joy, and from sweet melancholy to violent passions? I treat my poor heart like a sick child, and gratify its every fancy. Do not mention this again: there are people who would censure me for it.

When I'm lying in my bed, I think about life and I think about death. And neither one particularly appeals to me.

I felt myself melting into the shadows like the negative of a person I'd never seen before in my life.

In 21 years there are a lot of ups and downs. There are melancholy times. There are sad times. There are happy times. There are unsure times. There are life lessons.

Quand notre coeur a fait une fois sa vendange, Vivre est un mal. Once our heart has been harvested once, Life becomes miserable.

And I said to myself that he was the first thing that I had ever missed in my life.

I saw, in gradual vision through my tears, The sweet, sad years, the melancholy years, Those of my own life, who by turns had flung A shadow across me.

Nature intended you to be the fountain-spring of cheerfulness and social life, and not the mountain of despair and melancholy.

Hence, all you vain delights, As short as are the nights Wherein you spend your folly! There's naught in this life sweet But only melancholy; O sweetest melancholy!

I inherited a vile melancholy from my father, which has made me mad all my life, at least not sober.

I think every human being has a level of melancholy in life and in general.

The light has gone out of my life.

I was pure liquid loss, then, for an hour or two.

In a world without melancholy, nightingales would start burping

She lowered her eyes a moment to the black abyss of the past.

There's a special quality to the loneliness of dusk, a melancholy more brooding even than the night's.

I guess I had, too, this melancholy, and somehow Buddy Holly dying at least gave me a tangible reason for this feeling. Maybe it's just all the sadness I see in the people around me, just below the surface I mean, and the fact that there's nothing I can do about it. Life is like that sometimes.

but it wiggled around the back of his mind like a melody that you hummed without thinking.

During the whole of a dull, dark, and soundless day in the autumn of the year, when the clouds hung oppressively low in the heavens, I had been passing alone, on horseback, through a singularly dreary tract of country, and at length found myself, as the shades of the evening drew on, within view of the melancholy House of Usher.

The silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain.

I felt that I breathed an atmosphere of sorrow.