Quotes About Melancholy

Roger and Jessica leave the doctor at a side entrance, into which he melts, leaving nothing but rain dripping from slopes and serifs of an unreadable legend on the lintel.

He was gazing at her ass in a kind of morose fatality.

Depuis, elle pleurait des baignoires.

My heart sobbed a lament that was hard to ignore.

Artforum hasn't arrived. A state of deep melancholy has taken hold of me. I see the world through a gray veil, not even the best of jokes can exact a smile from me. I could die right now and I wouldn't notice the difference. Or maybe I would.

So end the Miller fantasies. Their melancholy outcome is due largely to the fact that they break off at the critical moment when the threat of invasion by the unconscious is plainly apparent.

Sullivan sat with his head down and his arms hanging between his legs, as if he'd received a slip of paper in a game of charades that said Dejected.

O disco tá tocando de novo, já ouvi esse pedaço. - É que ele parece assim todo igual. Que nem chuva.

El amargor que me sube a la garganta es talmente como si el corazón me fabricara acíbar en vez de sangre; me sube y me baja por el pecho, dejándome un regusto ácido en el paladar; mojándome la lengua con su aroma, secándome los dentros con su aire pesaroso y maligno como el aire de un nicho.

How melancholy a thing is success," he would later write. "Whilst failure inspires a man, attainment reads the sad prosy lesson that all our glories 'are shadows, not substantial things.

Standing here, in this quiet house where I can hear the birds chirping out back, I think I'm kind of getting the concept of closure. It's no big dramatic before-after. It's more like that melancholy feeling you get at the end of a really good vacation. Something special is ending, and you're sad, but you can't be that sad because, hey, it was good while it lasted, and there'll be other vacations, other good times.

I think I'm kind of getting the concept of closure. It's no big dramatic before-after. It's more like that melancholy feeling you get at the end of a really good vacation. Something special is ending, and you're sad, but you can't be that sad because, hey, it was good while it lasted, and there'll be other vacations, other good times. - Adam

Adam strummed an unfamiliar melody. I asked him what he was playing. "I'm calling it 'My-Girlfriend's-Going-to-Julliard-Leaving-My-Punk-Heart-in-Shreds Blues.

I'm kind of getting the concept of closure. It's no big dramatic before-after. It's more like that melancholy feeling you get at the end of a really good vacation. Something special is ending, and you're sad, but you can't be that sad because, hey, it was good while it lasted, and there'll be other vacations, other good times.

Meine Seele, meine Seele stinkt nach Brandewein. - Selbst das Geld geht in Verwesung über. Vergissmeinnicht. Wie ist dieses Welt so schön. Bruder, ich muss ein Regenfass voll greinen. Ich wollt unsre Nasen wären zwei Bouteillen und wir könnten sie uns einander in den Hals gießen.

The thrush called strangeness into the sunset.

So quiet are the green woods Of our homeland, The crystalline wave Dying away by the ruined wall, And we wept in sleep; Wandering with timid steps Down past the thorny thicket, Singers in summer's eve, In the sacred peace Of the far resplendent vineyard; Shadows now in the cool womb Of night, grief-stricken eagles. As gently does a moonlit beam close The scarlet scars of melancholy.

In ein altes Stammbuch Immer wieder kehrst du Melancholie, O Sanftmut der einsamen Seele. Zu Ende glüht ein goldener Tag. Demutsvoll beugt sich dem Schmerz der Geduldige Tönend von Wohllaut und weichem Wahnsinn. Siehe! es dämmert schon. Wieder kehrt die Nacht und klagt ein Sterbliches Und es leidet ein anderes mit. Schaudernd unter herbstlichen Sternen Neigt sich jährlich tiefer das Haupt.

At evening the complaint of the cuckoo Grows still in the wood. The grain bends its head deeper, The red poppy. Darkening thunder drives Over the hill. The old song of the cricket Dies in the field. The leaves of the chestnut tree Stir no more. Your clothes rustle On the winding stair. The candle gleams silently In the dark room; A silver hand Puts the light out; Windless, starless night.

It is not time for mirth and laughter, the cold, gray dawn of the morning after.

I rolled over and faced the cracked green wall. I regretted that simple action immediately; it had felt like a slow-motion film with every other frame missing.

You know those days when you get the mean reds? -The mean reds? You mean like the blues? -No. The blues are because you're getting fat and maybe it's been raining too long, you're just sad that's all. The mean reds are horrible. Suddenly you're afraid and you don't know what you're afraid of. Do you ever get that feeling?

The United States is a successful nation that is constantly susceptible to melancholy because things are not perfect.

It was her birthday. She thought, I am always unhappy on this day.