Quotes About Melancholy

His heart ached in such a familiar way, and the very familiarity of it pained him.

Suffering is no scandal. It is natural. Nature appoints it. All creation suffers. It suffers from having been created, if from nothing else. It suffers from being divided from God.' 'Yours is a melancholy sort of religion, Dennis. I'm afraid I don't believe in God.' 'Ah, you do. But you do not know His name. And I who know His name am only the better of you by one little word. Here is the salmon pool.

You are sad. I am always sad.

He felt sad, sad.

I've felt so sad for years about you. My love for you has always had a sad face.

You're miserable by yourself, you just mope. Don't you, don't you?' 'I enjoy misery and moping.

For me, nothing can ever be well again.

The pit of melancholy was a bottomless one, and he was descending fast, falling further away from the good times. Such times often seemed tantalisingly within reach; he could see them, going on all around him. His mind was like a cruel prison, giving his captive soul a sight of freedom, but no more.

I prefer Tender Is the Night, though', and as I spoke, I got a raw jolt in my chest that could only br described as tender, as an image of Fiona, on the Bosphorus ferry, under a lambent soak of light, sweeping her hair out of her face, flickered in my brain. Even wasted she looked so poised and dignified. I loved her I loved her I loved her I wanted to melt into her bones. Her absence now felt like I'd been eaten from the inside.

In the joy of the faces around him, Stevie gained a measurement of his own misery. The pit of melancholy was a bottomless one, and he was descending fast, falling further away from the good times. Such times often seemed tantalisingly within reach; he could see them, going on all around him. His mind was like a cruel prison, giving his captive soul a sight of freedom, but no more.

My name is Eva, which means 'life,' according to a book of names my mother consulted. I was born in the back room of a shadowy house, and grew up amidst ancient furniture, books in Latin, and human mummies, but none of those things made me melancholy, because I came into the world with a breath of the jungle in my memory.

Nostalgia is my vice. Nostalgia is a melancholy, and slightly saccharine, sentiment, like tenderness

Si fuera capaz de exteriorizar mis sentimientos, tal vez sufriría menos, pero se me quedan atorados adentro, como un inmenso bloque de hielo y pueden pasar años antes que el hielo empiece a derretirse.

Se encerraba en su habitación a escuchar sus sinfonías predilectas y deleitarse en su propia tristeza

La tristeza se había cristalizado en indiferencia.

I have a complicated relationship with the zoo; maybe everyone does. It's so wonderful and so sad.

Those evening bells! those evening bells! How many a tale their music tells!

Ennui has made more gamblers than avarice, more drunkards than thirst, and perhaps as many suicides as despair.

A countenance more in sorrow than in anger.

No sooner is it a little calmer with me than it is almost too calm, as though I have the true feeling of myself only when I am unbearably unhappy

How cruelly sweet are the echoes that start, When memory plays an old tune on the heart.

The more melancholy side of my literary personality is much in tune with BS Johnson's.

Coming in solemn beauty like slow old tunes of Spain.

I like minor tunes.