Quotes About Melancholy

At times he was very unhappy, but for a long time we thought that he would be cured of this unhappiness when he decided to become an adult; his unhappiness seemed like that of a boy—the absent-minded, voluptuous melancholy of a boy who has not yet got his feet on the ground and who lives in the sterile, solitary world of his dreams.

And then his throat closed. For it was there. He had wanted it to be there, but now that he saw it, he was overcome with sadness.

The dell was to be left in solitude among its dark, old trees, which, with their multitudinous tongues, would whisper long of what had passed there, and no mortal be the wiser. And the melancholy brook would add this other tale to the mystery with which its little heart was already overburdened, and whereof it still kept up a murmuring babble, with not a whit more cheerfulness of tone than for ages heretofore.

T]hey reached the dwelling of Governor Bellingham...now moss-grown, crumbling to decay, and melancholy at heart with the many sorrowful or joyful occurrences, remembered or forgotten, that have happened, and passed away, within their dusky chambers. Then, however, there was the freshness of the passing year on its exterior, and the cheerfulness, gleaming forth from the sunny windows, of a human habitation into which death had never entered.

C'est l'Ennui! —l'Å"il chargé d'un pleur involontaire, Il rêve d'échafauds en fumant son houka. Tu le connais, lecteur, ce monstre délicat, —Hypocrite lecteur,—mon semblable,—mon frère!

Have you sunk into so deep a stupor that you are happy only in your unhappiness? - Anywhere, Out of this World

La mélancolie est l'illustre compagnon de la beauté ; elle l'est si bien que je ne peux concevoir aucune beauté qui ne porte en elle sa tristesse.

A tender heart unnerved by nothingness hoards every fragment of the radiant past.

Our mortal eyes, however bright, are only darkened melancholy mirrors.

All dark, all bloody, my heart

Charles Baudelaire

Quando ho riaperto gli occhi pieni di fuoco,ho visto l'orrore del buco in cui vivo e,rientrato in me stesso, ho sentito il pungolo delle preoccupazioni; l'orologio a pendolo dai funebri accenti crudelmente suonava mezzogiorno, e il cielo riversava oscurità sul tristte mondo intirizzito

Voin vakuuttaa teille, ettei minua vaivaa mikään erityisesti. Olen jatkuvasti pahantuulinen (sekin on sairaus), koska kärsin typeryydestä ympärilläni ja olen tyytymätön itseeni.

Minusta on tullut sees, koska minun on mahdotonta olla tyytyväinen.

l'âme d'un vieux poëte erre dans la gouttière avé la triste voix d'un fantôme frileux

my beerdrunk soul is sadder than all the dead christmas trees of the world.

I have gotten so used to melancholia that I greet it like an old friend.

And I said to myself that he was the first thing that I had ever missed in my life.

I would certainly end up forever crying the blues into a coffee cup in a park for old men playing chess or silly games of some sort.

And then she would smile, to show me how, and it was the saddest smile I ever saw.

I know that some night in some bedroom soon my fingers will rift through soft clean hair songs such as no radio plays all sadness, grinning into flow.

I do not feel good. I've got the sad sads. All I want to do is fuck you.

Sunday, the worst god-damned day of them all.

There was so much sadness in everything, even when things worked. Then