Though it may feel otherwise, enjoying life is no more dangerous than apprehending it with continuous anxiety and gloom.

Acknowledge that some moments are just plain awful―desperate and gloomy and painful and miserable and nothing at all but anguish. No truthful, cheerful thought in the world will fix it. So let me cry awhile....

The world has its own ways of treating us like what we will never be, but want to be. It relinquishes its grip on our souls while lulling us with the songs of freedom and...

As ofttimes as it rains on my little spot of earth, you’d think I’d grow accustomed to the gloom.

Morning drew on apace. The air became more sharp and piercing, as its first dull hue: the death of night, rather than the birth of day: glimmered faintly in the sky. The objects which had...

Rainy, gloomy, drab, sunless day. There are times when hope seems entirely clouded over; when looking for the blessings in your circumstances feels like trying to catch a ray of sunshine from six feet under.

The loneliest ones,” said Almi. She accepted that title; they were the loneliest. The elf gloomed.

When thunderstorms roll in, you make a choice to either succumb with tears to the gloomy downpour or smile and look for rainbows.

I enjoy melancholic music and art. They take me to places I don’t normally get to go.

The world is a palace without bedsheets

People think I’m all gloom and doom all the time. I’m not. I also have bad days where I’m pessimistic.

… If the dead can come back to this earth and move unseen around those they loved, I shall always be near you; in the garish day and in the darkest night—amidst your happiest scenes...

My life outlook isn’t cloudy. That’s just the weather report for the rest of my life.

What a strange thing it is to wake up to a milk-white overcast June morning! The sun is hidden by a thick cotton blanket of clouds, and the air is vapor-filled and hazy with a...

The past, present, and future, were all equally in gloom.

Depression is a disorder of mood, so mysteriously painful and elusive in the way it becomes known to the self–to the mediating intellect–as to verge close to being beyond description. It thus remains nearly incomprehensible...

I can’t be expected to produce deathless prose in an atmosphere of gloom and eucalyptus.

When does the dust of life seems to be a golden haze? When the whole gloomy day is manipulated by the ray of light through a lamp, ignited by a person with a surprise of...

The Sun can be your greatest gloom, or your greatest comforter, depending on how you view its shine.

… for when a man’s spirit has been thoroughly crushed, he may be peevish at small offenses, but never resentful of great ones.