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 romantic. He is here.

He was beneath the waves, a creature crawling the ocean bottom.

I have absolutely no pleasure in the stimulants in which I sometimes so madly indulge. It has not been in the pursuit of pleasure that I have periled life and reputation and reason. It has...

For some nights I slept profoundly; but still every morning I felt the same lassitude, and a languor weighed upon me all day. I felt myself a changed girl. A strange melancholy was stealing over...

I felt less unhappy than usual because her melancholy expression, the way the vivid colour of her dress almost cut her off from the rest of the world, made her seem somehow lonely and unhappy,...

Then you must reconcile yourself to the fact that something is always hurt by any change. If you do this, you will not be hurt yourself.

Love and happiness are nothing more but distractions.

The lost glove is happy.

Despite her words about letting go, melancholy washed over her. Because words are easy and often thrown around with trite intentions.

Ballade no. 1.

How I hate everything!

But when the melancholy fit shall fall Sudden from heaven like a weeping cloud, That fosters the droop-headed flowers all, And hides the green hill in an April shroud; Then glut thy sorrow on a...

A melancholy-looking man, he had the appearance of one who has searched for the leak in life’s gas-pipe with a lighted candle.

Cram them full of noncombustible data, chock them so full of ‘facts’ they feel stuffed, but absolutely ‘brilliant’ with information. Then they’ll feel they’re thinking, they’ll get a sense of motion without moving. And they’ll...

What if you wake up one fine morning only to realize that the life you have been living since the last few days was nothing but a dream of yours?Would you go back to sleep...

Maybe all Americans who suffer from melancholy act as if they have gone mad. But I truly thought he might throw himself in the river, and I don’t want his ghost visiting to keep telling...

When people call it that I always get pissed off because I always think depression sounds like you just get like really sad, you get quiet and melancholy and just like sit quietly by the...

Know ye not that there is here in this world a secret confraternity, which one might call the Company of Melancholiacs? That people there are who by natural constitution have been given a different nature...

Only tears can hear the sound of pain when warm blood reddens discolored stain

Hands that never touch. Lips that never meet. The Almost Lovers, never to be.

After much effort to live up to a glorious standard there came fatigue, wan hope, and boredom. I experienced extreme boredom. I saw others experiencing it too, many denying, by the way, that any such...

Poor little place,’ he murmured with a sigh.She heard him. He said the most melancholy things, but she noticed that directly he had said them he always seemed more cheerful than usual. All this phrase-making...

That sun, that light had faded, and she had faded with them. Now she was as grey as the season itself.

Only, it’s not an it. It’s a her. A zombie. A woman. A zombie woman. She’s older than Janine, closer to my age, maybe early thirties, missing a little bit of her face, but otherwise...

His day, usually a jelly-like creature, a shapeless, spineless thing, had attained Mesozoic structure. It was marching along surely, even jauntily, toward a climax, as a play should, as a day should. He dreaded the...

Concha would cry when she found out I was dead, she should have no taste for life for months afterward. But I was still the one who was going to die. I thought of her...

The anaesthetic effect of habit being destroyed, I would begin to think – and to feel – such melancholy things.

I want to kill her and I have been trying since long. But in a way that she could remember my innocence, and would think of my care towards her and i am so much...

I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano!

We [of Thelema] are whole-hearted extroverts; the penalty of restricting oneself is anything from neurosis to down right lunacy; in particular, melancholia.

There’s a special quality to the loneliness of dusk, a melancholy more brooding even than the night’s.

Melancholy suicide. —This is connected with a general state of extreme depression and exaggerated sadness, causing the patient no longer to realize sanely the bonds which connect him with people and things about him. Pleasures...

Ay, in the very temple of Delight Veil’d Melancholy has her sovran shrine, Though seen of none save him whose strenuous tongue Can burst Joy’s grape against his palate fine; His soul shall taste the...

Melancholy held me hostage, and the bees built a hive of sadness in my soul.

I want to hold onto this funny thing. God, it’s gotten big on me. I don’t know what it is. I’m so damned unhappy, I’m so mad, and I don’t know why. I feel like...

I loved him the way some people are to be loved – from a distance.

For certain, neither of them sees a happy Present, as the gate opens and closes, and one goes in, and the other goes away.

Quand vous regardez le plafond de cette chambre, qu’est-ce que vous y voyez?-L’intérieur de ma tête.-C’est comment?-Opaque.

Of what are you thinking now?” she asked.”I am thinking of myself.””That’s just what I am doing.””Are you also thinking of yourself?””No, of yourself—of you, Mogens.

Incluso en estos tiemposen los que soy feliz de otra manera,todos los días tienen ese instanteen que me jugaría la primaverapor tenerte delante.

Nothing you did made senseand nothing you’ll ever do.

What if everything in the world were a misunderstanding, what if laughter were really tears?

Let’s call my mood melancholy; let’s call it remembrance. Or maybe let’s call it longing. Yes, let’s call it longing instead.

Oh, Mercédès, I have spoken your name with sighs of melancholy, with groans of pain and with the croak of despair. I have spoken it frozen with cold, huddled on the straw of my dungeon....

There was something melancholic about that symbol of their nation’s promise of freedom, a bell with a chipped mouth and cleft body.

There was one of his lonelinesses coming, one of those times when he walked the streets or sat, aimless and depressed, biting a pencil at his desk. It was a self-absorption with no comfort, a...

It might be high summer all about but inside me everything is fall. The lonesomeness of a sad, slow closing of days, knowing frost is nigh and wind needling through the cabin chinks is just...

Sé que mañana despertaré, Gryal, y lo haré tan vacía y triste como un río sin lluvia. Dime, amado, ,quién será mi lluvia? ,Quién mojará mi cuerpo cuando me faltes? Vuelve, amor, vuelve sano y...

I feel as if I had been born dead underAmerican bombardment.

The exhilaration was hard to explain. It was a lonely feeling — a somehow melancholy feeling. He was outside; he passed on the wings of the wind, and none of the people beyond the brightly...