Quotes About Melancholy

Música! Melancólico alimento para los que vivimos de amor.

Pronto llegó noviembre con su pálido aliento de lunas y hojas muertas.

Por qué desear que los minutos y los años vuelvan cuando sabemos que no lo harán jamás? ¿Para qué sirve la melancolía? Nos pasamos la mitad de la vida perdiendo el tiempo y la otra mitad queriendo recuperarlo.

We're all under the streetlamps, everyone's the color of day-old piss. When I'm fifty, this is how I'll remember my friends: tired and yellow and drunk.

Some of our hearts are more Gothic and take to haunting.

I figured this staying up meant something. Maybe it was loss or love or some other word that we say when it's too fucking late but the boys weren't into melodrama.

Its melancholy epigraph came from the Greek poet Constantin Cavafy, as translated by Phil Andros: Now and again he swears To commence a cleaner life, But when the night comes With its dark promptings, Its uncertainties and its enterprises When the night comes With its own dominion Over the body, he returns, lusting and searching, Lost, to that same morose delight.*

Stupid,' she said. That was the only word for this sense of enormous loss where there had been so very little to lose.

All is one. Don't let me forget this, don't let the bastards divide me again. Our tragedy is fragmentation. It begins as a state of mind and ends up as destiny. It is the tragedy of our family of nations who hobble across this great peninsula, this exquisitely set Earth, like an army of blind soldiers a thousand years old looking for a place to rest. Let them rest. Forgive them, forgive me, forgive us. Our fear drove us insane and melancholy.

I listen to the Avett Brothers all the time. I find their music interesting and introspective.

Doth any man doubt, that if there were taken out of men's minds vain opinions, flattering hopes, false valuations, imaginations as one would, and the like, but it would leave the minds of a number of men poor shrunken things, full of melancholy and indisposition, and unpleasing to themselves?

I think," he said, "that you may be the kind of dog who bites because she is chained up." He expected her to laugh, or to flash out at him, or to do both. She did not look up, but with a melancholy kind of trouble in her eyes. "A lovely analogy: I thank you," she said. "But what if I am the kind of dog who bites because it pleases her?" "I don't believe it," said Smith.

Do not make best friends with a melancholy sad soul. They always are heavily loaded, and you must bear half.

When humor can be made to alternate with melancholy, one has a success, but when the same things are funny and melancholic at the same time, it's just wonderful.

Despite her cough, Rose was in unusually good spirits. That was irritating. If I'm to trade my life for Rose's, I'd appreciate her exhibiting a touch of melancholy. Also acceptable would be despair.

I grew up in a household that was filled with Scottish and Irish ballads. So I think that the complexity and the melancholy and the languor of them has kind of gotten into my bones and that's the way I write. Now what does it contribute to my books? I don't know; I guess I would say that those are the kinds of books I like to read, books with vivid images and lots of mist and velvet cloaks and stuff. It's not as though I'm setting out to do that; it's just who I am.

I have the true feeling of myself only when I am unbearably unhappy.

The melancholia of everything completed!

No greater grief than to remember days of gladness when sorrow is at hand

You would not think someone so afflicted would or could be cheerful, not prone to melancholy or the miseries. Early on she acquired ways of dealing with her life, with life in general. And as she grew older it became evident that she feared almost nothing — perhaps only horses and something she couldn't quite name, a strange presence of danger not quite or not really a part of the world.

What sorrow is like to the sorrow of one who is alone?

Loneliness will sit over our roofs with brooding wings.

My life," Melody declared, "is a tragedy.

What! That's a tragedy." "Melody, everything is a tragedy to you." "Not having ice cream," she proclaimed, "is the culmination of all disasters! That's it. No more discussion. We're going. Follow.