Quotes About Melancholy

There are German songs which can make a stranger to the language cry.

I set down in a chair by the window and tried to think of something cheerful, but it warn't no use. I felt so lonesome I most wished I was dead.

He was a poet with a rough skin: one whose sturdiness was more the result of external circumstances than of intrinsic nature. Too kindly constituted to be very provident, he was yet not imprudent. He had a quiet humorousness of disposition, not out of keeping with a frequent melancholy, the general expression of his countenance being one of abstraction. Like Walt Whitman he felt as his years increased— 'I foresee too much; it means more than I thought.

Poco a poco comenzaron a aburrirse y vagaron silenciosos y melancólicos por la isla. Tom se sorprendió a sí mismo escribiendo Becky en la arena; borró el nombre con rabia, pero su mano volvió a escribirlo, se sonrojó y se fue con los otros para ponerse a salvo de la tentación de escribirlo de nuevo.

kind. It was the most singular, and almost the most touching and melancholy exile that fancy can imagine.—One of

He was skinny with soft hair, and his thick, murky eyes watched as the stranger played one more song in the heavy room. From face to face, he looked on as the man played and the woman wept. The different notes handled her eyes. Such sadness.

Then the music begins and we can both hear the slow, quiet, sweet desperation of a song I won't mention. Imagine the softest, toughest, most beautiful song you know, and you've got it.

For hours she sat with him as he shivered and slept. 'Don't die' she whispered. 'Please, Max, just don't die.' He was the second snowman to be melting away before her eyes, only this one was different. It was a paradox. The colder he became, the more he melted.

Papa was an accordion. But his bellows were all empty. Nothing went in and nothing came out.

A veces, en el sótano, se levantaba con el regusto del acordeón en sus oídos y saboreaba el resquemor dulzón del champán en la lengua.

The Gingerbread House sat sullenly in the downpour.

The rolls of music that she herself had thrown into the trash with the pretext that they had rotted from dampness kept spinning and playing in her memory.

Let me see—what are my other shortcomings? I get in the dumps at times, and don't open my mouth for days on end.

lethargy which springs from despair.

Sometimes the chords were sonorous and melancholy. Occasionally they were fantastic and cheerful. Clearly they reflected the thoughts which possessed him

I left Holmes seated in front of the smouldering fire, and long into the watches of the night I heard the low melancholy wailings of his violin, and knew that he was still pondering over the strange problem which he had set himself to unravel.

And then I became aware of all the magnificent silk wrapped around my body, and had the feeling I might drown in beauty. At that moment, beauty itself struck me as a kind of painful melancholy.

At that moment, beauty itself struck me as a kind of painful melancholy.

Sadness was a very heavy thing.

I was hardly worthy of these surroundings. And then I became aware of all the magnificent silk wrapped about my body, and had the feeling I might drown in beauty. At that moment, beauty itself struck me as a kind of painful melancholy.

At that moment, beauty itself struck me as a kind of melancholy.

La belleza me sorprendió como una especie de dolorosa melancolía.

Ah — h — h — h,' he said. 'I wish I was dead: an' kep' a cawfy shop.

In the years since, Dr. Thatcher had viewed the wine and ale as the necessary antidote to the island's persistent English melancholy, though keener eyes than his (or his own eyes when he was younger) might have guessed they were no antidote but cause.