And I realize how useless wails are and how gratuitous melancholy is.

Spanish rain,A maiden’s dress,Apothecary pillsAnd ancient thrills;Melancholy killsA girl’s caress.(—Roman Payne; Valencia, Spain, November 2nd 2012)

There was this constant urge in me to tear my insides apart,I didn’t know why. By the time I made my mind that it was impossible for meto do, there alighted the fear, haunting me...

When the rain is on my lipsAnd I shiver from the coldThinking about lifeIts ups and downsAnd being a melancholicI take a noteOf the nature’s crying its tearsMaking the day seem gray And unexcited But...

I don’t want to say anything because I know I am unable to protect you from the harm that I see.

And, at such a time, for a few of us there will always be a tugging at the heart—knowing a precious moment had gone and we not there. We can ask and ask but we...

I thought once how Theocritus had sungOf the sweet years, the dear and wished-for years,Who each one in a gracious hand appearsTo bear a gift for mortals, old or young;And, as I mused it in...

She was not cryingWhich surprised me very muchBut I understand nowThat she had found placesFor her melancholyThat were behind more masksThan only her eyes

I am listening to Istanbul with my eyes closedThe drunkenness of old timesIn the wooden seaside villa with its deserted boat houseThe roaring Southwestern wind is trapped,My thoughts are trapped.I am listening to Istanbul with...

Men dream more about coming home than about leaving.

The melancholy river bears us on. When the moon comes through the trailing willow boughs, I see your face, I hear your voice and the bird singing as we pass the osier bed. What are...

. . . she indulged in melancholy – that cheapest and most accessible of luxuries . . .

No one was irritable; we have never known anyone to remain unhappy while digesting a good meal. We enjoy lingering in a becalmed state, a kind of midpoint between the reverie of a thinker and...

I see life as a roadside inn where I have to stay until the coach from the abyss pulls up. I don’t know where it will take me, because I don’t know anything. I could...

Out of a fired ship, which by no wayBut drowning could be rescued from the flame,Some men leap’d forth, and ever as they cameNear the foes’ ships, did by their shot decay;So all were lost,...

Nobody ever gets what they want when it comes to love.

Our kind, we don’t leave many traces behind in this world.

It’s how I fill the time when nothing’s happening. Thinking too much, flirting with melancholy.

Mais, vrai, j’ai trop pleuré ! Les Aubes sont navrantes.Toute lune est atroce et tout soliel amer:L’ cre amour m’a gonflé de torpeurs enivrantes.Ô que ma quille éclate ! Ô que j’aille à la mer!

‎Oh, anywhere, driver, anywhere – it doesn’t matter. Just keep driving.It’s better here in this taxi than it was walking. It’s no good my trying to walk. There is always a glimpse through the crowd...

The eye turned to the fire gave back no light and he closed it with his thumb and sat by her and put his hand upon her bloodied forehead and closed his own eyes that...

I thought I would marry my boyfriend and grow old and sick of him. I thought I would keep my friends, and we’d make different, new memories. None of that happened. Better things happened. Then...

A person’s true character lies somewhere until after you might have pressed the wrong button without knowing, then you’ll realize that there are dogs in human form.

My ghost is the only soul who ever comes to cry on my grave… Only the skies cried sincerely on my funeral.

Even when it seems that there is no one else, always remember there’s one person who never ceased to love you – yourself.

My sadness is beautiful. It infuses everything I do. It is at the core of my identity and always has been, just as happiness is in some people. I refuse to be told that it’s...

You hung around the tattered edges of my soul, that’s where you preferred to be…

It is warm, I am alive, I am calm and sad, I hardly know why. In this existence so even, so tranquil, and so gentle as I have here, I am in an element that...

This was a characteroloical prelude, but it wasn’t chemical or somatic. It was the anatomy of melancholy, not the anatomy of his brain.

I was you’re guardian. But you are old enough to guard yourself. I have other things to protect.

This melancholy London- I sometimes imagine that the souls of the lost are compelled to walk through its streets perpetually. One feels them passing like a whiff of air.

I often wish I’d got on better with your father,’ he said.But he never liked anyone who–our friends,’ said Clarissa; and could have bitten her tongue for thus reminding Peter that he had wanted to...

Such days of autumnal decline hold a strange mystery which adds to the gravity of all our moods.

I close my eyes and listen to the ocean.I’m thinking about sailing, to England or maybe France. The way the wind would feel on my face and the sound of his voice screaming my name...

Everything tender and melancholy – as life is sometimes, just for one moment.

Melancholy overwhelms me at supersonic speed.

The author says that when an angry impulse is not immediately expressed, it turns to melancholy.

I realised I never wanted to leave her side, and I never wanted her to have to struggle to be released from her sadness. I could never suggest she required release; for she did not...

It is a melancholy truth, that a suppression of the press could not more completely deprive the nation of its benefits than is done by its abandoned prostitution to falsehood

What is my nothingness to the stupor that awaits you?

To keep something, you must take care of it. More, you must understand just what sort of care it requires. You must know the rules and abide by them. She could do that. She had...

Melancholy: an appetite no misery satisfies.

So that it must be only by the imagination that Satan has access to the soul, to tempt and delude it, or suggest anything to it. And this seems to be the reason why persons...

Only a fool will deny that an abundance of flowers can quicken a woman’s blood, and that continuing sun can burn years off a man’s back. The poverty of life here augments the power of...

The hardest part for us was watching them harvest our Shamouti oranges.Those were our favourites, thick skinned, seedless and juicy.When the wind was strong, the scent of their blossoms in the spring and their fruit...

My world is a million shattered pieces put together, glued by my tears, where each piece is nothing but a reflection of YOU.

Es war mir unmöglich, die wahre Bedeutung dieser Melancholie zu begreifen, die seine Persönlichkeit prägte und deren Schattenspiel mich faszinierte.

Men who read a lot have a more sensitive disposition, added Fowler. […]I did not know what to say to this.Maybe reading is a sort of curse is all I mean, concluded Fowler. Maybe it’s...

The harmonica has musical wind, and is the breath of soul. It’s like a sad, lonely I love you lost in the breeze.

And you? What brings you here? I shrugged my shoulders. No idea? Hm, you’re still young. Eighteen? I froze. Nineteen? Twenty? Incredible, so young. You have everything before you. No past. He sighed. Incredible, to...