Quotes About Melancholy

She had a certain guarded melancholy, no doubt, but no despair (44).

This red-fading-into-brown defines Queens for me; it is quiet and melancholy and postsuccessful, vaguely British in its disposition.

Often he would play his saddest tunes on the beach and pretend that the sea stopped its roaring to listen to them.

Maybe all exiles are drawn to the sea, the ocean. There is an inherent music in the working sounds of docks and harbors and there were times when he thought that all the melancholy beauty of the blues was present in a foghorn, wailing out to sea, warning men of the dangers that awaited them. Increasingly

All music is the blues. All of it.

I'm sitting here doing nothing but ageing while my guitar gently weeps

I think Stevie Wonder could sing the phone book and manage to make me cry.

I fell in love when I was 21, after returning from Australia. It lasted for about two years before she dumped me. It was, in retrospect, a really wonderful thing because it made me very poetic and melancholic.

I think I was kind of melancholy as a kid. I spent a lot of time inside my own head, a lot of time sort of staring into space wondering the hell was going on.

I suppose there's a melancholy tone at the back of the American mind, a sense of something lost. And it's the lost world of Thomas Jefferson. It is the lost sense of innocence that we could live with a very minimal state, with a vast sense of space in which to work out freedom.

You'll find Swedes - maybe not as much as the Finns - thriving in melancholy.

The tolling of yon dismal bell and the loud but solemn discharge of artillery hath announced to the nation the melancholy tidings - Thomas Jefferson no longer lives!

I am not happy. I am not unhappy. I am frozen somewhere in the middle that is so much worse. I am nowhere. Nothing is happening and I am getting more and more sad.

Tears, that could be the tone, if they weren't so easy, the true tone and tenor at last.

Nothing is funnier than unhappiness, I grant you that. Yes, yes, it's the most comical thing in the world.

Gloomy calm of idle vacancy.

having not for some days been in the streets; but now how few people I see, and those looking like people that had taken leave of the world.

No Voice; but oh! the silence sank like music on my heart.

He was like a few notes scattered in a strong wind, the backbone of melody long since blown out to sea.

kevään sanansaattaja satakieli kaipaus sen äänessä

Never again the music blown as brightly Off of my heart as foam blown off a wave; Never again the melody that lightly Caressed my grief and healed the wounds it gave. Never again–I hear my dark thoughts clashing Sullen and blind as waves that beat a wall– Age that is coming, summer that is going, All I have lost or never found at all.

Their lives were and are consumed with the generally dreadful business of being Russian.

The sound of the mandolin is a very curious sound because it's cheerful and melancholy at the same time, and I think it comes from that shadow string, the double strings.

It's how I fill the time when nothing's happening. Thinking too much, flirting with melancholy.