Quotes About Melancholy

happiest and the most comfortable. It is hard in the stationary, and miserable in the declining state. The progressive state is in reality the cheerful and the hearty state to all the different orders of the society. The stationary is dull; the declining melancholy.

I finished your song, she said. Our last song.

Music was invented to confirm human loneliness.

I am often lost in my own world, with a frown on my face.

Az életöröm abból az érzésbÅ'l fakad, hogy a vigalom meg a búbánat is csak rövid ideig tart, és jaj nekünk, ha megtudjuk, hogy örök boldogság vár reánk.

In 1962, in spite of five-year plans and universal suffrage, and talk of socialism and the common man, I found that for most Indians Indian poverty was still a poetic concept, a prompting to piety and sweet melancholy, part of the country's uniqueness, its Gandhian non-materialism.

How utterly death separated the lover from the things he loved! Here by the cabin door he kicked the snow away, and sitting where she had fallen, he played a few of the melodies he had played during those few immortal weeks when they were man and wife.

In Sam's rough mountain-man philosophy those persons who became the wards of sadness and melancholy had never summoned for use and trial more than a part of what they had in them, and so had failed themselves and their Creator.

Cuando el sentimiento de melancolía bovina, de irremediable fatalismo se transforma en un lacerante sentido del horror, el absurdo opio del optimismo acude en ayuda de los hombres.

Melancholy is the happiness of being sad.

Oh! Everything I loved!

Desiring always to be in mourning, he clothed himself with night.

She was sad with an obscure sadness of which she had not the secret herself. There was in her whole person the stupor of a life ended but never commenced.

In saying no to progress, it is not the future which they condemn, but themselves. They give themselves a melancholy disease; they inoculate themselves with the past. There is but one way of refusing tomorrow, that is to die.

As he wished always to appear in mourning, he clothed himself with the night.

He thought incessantly, for he could not do otherwise; but he no longer took pleasure in his thoughts. To everything that they proposed to him in a whisper, he replied in his darkness: What is the use?

By continually going out for reverie, a day comes when you go out to drown yourself.

As we have said, robust souls are sometimes almost, but not entirely, overthrown by strokes of misfortune....Despair has steps leading upward. From total depression we rise to despondency, from despondency to affliction, from affliction to melancholy. Melancholy is a twilight state in which suffering transmutes into a somber joy....Melancholy is the enjoyment of being sad.

Melancholy is a twilight. Suffering melts into it in sombre joy.

Certainly she was wonderfully beautiful. All that could be said of her that was in any sense critical was that there seemed to be a contradiction between the look in her eyes, which tended to melancholy, and the brightness of her smile. This had a somewhat disconcerting effect, so that at moments her charming face was puzzling without ceasing to be delightful.

Certainly she was wonderfully beautiful. All that could be said of her that was in any sense critical was that there seemed to be a contradiction between the look in her eyes, which tended to melancholy, and the brightness of her smile. This had a somewhat disconcerting effect, so that at moments her charming face was puzzling without ceasing to be delightful.

Mais où sont les neiges d'antan? But where are the snows of years gone by?

Voir mille objets pour la première et pour la dernière fois, quoi de plus mélancolique et de plus profond ! Voyager, c'est naître et mourir à chaque instant.

It was a gray, not-quite-rainy day, the kind where the sky was so low it seemed to bump you in the forehead when you dared to venture outside.