Quotes About Melancholy

As a matter of fact, this effort at discipline had been helped by the interests of a difficult profession, but the old conclusion to which Ralph had come when he left college still held sway in his mind, and tinged his views with the melancholy belief that life for most people compels the exercise of the lower gifts and wastes the precious ones, until it forces us to agree that there is little virtue, as well as little profit, in what once seemed to us the noblest part of our inheritance.

A slight but perceptible wave seemed to roll beneath the floor; then it sank; then another came, more perceptible. Lights slid right across the uncurtained window. The ship gave a loud melancholy moan.

Pale, with dark hair, the one who is coming is melancholy, romantic. And I am arch and fluent and capricious; for he is melancholy, he is the romantic. He is here.

In her eyes shone the sweetness of melancholy.

For the philosopher is right who says that nothing is thicker than a knife's blade separates happiness from melancholy

In the glass she wore an expression of tense melancholy, for she had come to the depressing conclusion, since the arrival of the Dalloways, that her face was not the face she wanted, and in all probability never would be.

Se olvidan esas grandes guerras que libra el cuerpo con la mente esclava en la soledad del dormitorio contra el asalto de la fiebre o la llegada de la melancolía.

Never did anybody look so sad.

Mai nessuno era parso così triste. Amara e nera, a metà strada, nelle tenebre, nel raggio che portava dal sole all'abisso, forse si formò una lacrima; una lacrima cadde; le acque ondeggiavano, la accolsero e si richiusero quietamente. Mai nessuno era parso così triste.

For the philosopher is right who says that nothing thicker than a knife's blade separates happiness from melancholy;

I was weeping again, drunk on the impossible past.

I see nothing for the treatment of my misery but the melancholy and very local palliative of articulate art.

I was always lonely and I am lonely still.

To the sound of this voice, to the music of the chessboard's evil lure, Luzhin recalled, with the exquisite, moist melancholy peculiar to recollections of love, a thousand games that he had played in the past... There were combinations, pure and harmonious, where thought ascended marble stairs to victory; there were tender stirrings in one corner of the board, and a passionate explosion, and the fanfare of the Queen going to its sacrificial doom.

what stars, what thought and sadness up above, and what ignorance below.

poco después de mi regreso a la civilización, tuve otro ataque de locura (si puede aplicarse ese término cruel a la melancolía y a una sensación de angustia insoportable).

He dicho el nombre de ese bar lácteo que visité en una ocasión? Pues se llamaba nada menos que La reina frígida. Sonriendo con cierta tristeza, apodé a Lo Mi princesa frígida. Ella no comprendió esa melancólica broma.

Unless it can be proven to me—to me as I am now, today, with my heart and my beard, and my putrefaction—that, in the infinite run it does not matter a jot that a North American girl child named Dolores Haze had been deprived of her childhood by a maniac, unless this can be proven (and if it can, life is a joke) I see nothing for the treatment of my misery but the melancholy and very local palliative of articulate art.' Lolita, Part II, Chapter 31

You have to be an artist and a madman, a creature of infinite melancholy... in order to discern at once, by ineffable signs... the little deadly demon among the wholesome children; she stands unrecognized by them and unconscious herself of her fantastic power.

You have to be an artist and a madman, a creature of infinite melancholy,... in order to discern at once, by ineffable signs,...the little deadly demon...; she stands unrecognized by them and unconscious herself of her fantastic power.

I knew that the hopelessly poignant thing was not Lolita's absence from my side, but the absence of her voice from that concord.

this summer is so much sadder than the other

A storm of sobs was filling my chest.

I have nothing but very sad associations with the Old and rotting World. No colored ads in your magazines will change the situation.' 'My