Quotes About Melancholy

This song always kills me, I said. She sighed, and then gave up. Why? Oh, I don't know. It makes me feel nostalgia for a time I never even knew. I wasn't even alive. That's what I do to you too, she said, I'll just bet. I was what everything I loved did to me.

Mr. Nostalgia figured he could look it up later if he wanted to break some small, previously unbroken place in his own leaf-buried heart.

I dwelt alone In a world of moan And my soul was a stagnant tide

New Year's Eve was a night for jazz, and the saxophone could cut you in half if you were alone.

The song was "Somewhere Over the Rainbow," and she produced a sound from the horn that no human voice could ever touch. It was plaintive and sad but it came with an undeniable wave of underlying hope. It made Bosch think that there was still a chance for him, that he could still find whatever it was he was looking for, no matter how short his time was.

Knowing that the instrument could produce a sound that echoed all the sadness and hope of humanity gave him pause.

She is overtaken by a sensation of unbeing. There is no other word for it.

Why are you so sad? Why are you crying? You sound so young. Why speak of dying?

Ever since I was a kid, I've always been interested in the poetry of melancholy, if you like.

As a boy and even now, I am wont to melancholy. I do, probably once a day, experience a sincere heartbreak.

Them pains, when blues pains grab you, you'll sing the blues right.

A lot of 'Blackheart' was me, literally in a dark room, confessing my sins; Poe was the influence for that album. But that melancholy has a hopefulness - in every Poe story, there is always a moral at the end.

I blub all the time, in the most weird situations - not in the ones that should make me cry. Music makes me very emotional.

I think I drift toward sad love songs.

I love sad. Sadness makes you feel more than anything.

I love depressing movies and depressing books.

Somewhere we went wrong Our love is like a song But you won't sing along Have you forgotten About us

From Roman times to the present, Italy has been a country to fall in love with - a tribute to all that is enduring, crazy, pagan, joyous, melancholy, at once banal and divine, in the human spirit.

It is impossible that a fish doesn't carry any smell of the sea and a real love, of the melancholy!

Scarcely a tear to shed; Hardly a word to say; The end of a Summer's day; Sweet Love is dead.

The scent is sweet and meloncholy. A bit like dying, a bit like falling in love.

That's the problem with falling in love. It makes you start talking like a bad country song

'Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow,' if you go through the lyrics, is such a haunting melody, and the words are, for a pop song, pretty deep and dark.

The love-lorn nightingale nightly to thee her sad song mourneth well.