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...

Itsometimesseemedsopeculiarandwrongtoherthatyoucouldbethatintimatewithsomeone,togotosleepwiththemandwakeupwiththem,todoreallyquiteextraordinarilypersonalthingstogetheronaregularbasis,andthen,suddenly,youdon’tevenknowtheirtelephonenumber,orwherethey’reliving,orworking,orwhattheydidtodayorlastweekorlastyear…That’swhybreak‐upsfeltlikeyourskinwasbeingtornfromyourbody.Itwasactuallystrangethatmore peopleweren’tlikeSaskia,insteadofbeingsowell‐behavedanddignifiedaboutit.

There’s a lot of melancholy in my tracks.

If one is to deal with people on a large scale and say what one thinks, how can one avoid melancholy? I don’t admit to being hopeless, though: only the spectacle is a profoundly strange...

I go to sleep alone, and wake up alone. I take walks. I work until I’m tired. I watch the wind play with the trash that’s been under the snow all winter. Everything seems simple...

I only wanted absolute quiet to think out why I had developed a sad attitude toward sadness, a melancholy attitude toward melancholy and a tragic attitude toward tragedy — why I had become identified with...

The feeling of Sunday is the same everywhere, heavy, melancholy, standing still. Like when they say, “As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be, world without end.”

Qué haré ahora con mis labios sin su boca para llenarlos? ,Qué haré de mis adoloridos labios?

We’re just two lost souls Swimming in a fish bowl, Year after year, Running over the same old ground. What have we found? The same old fears. Wish you were here.

That which others hear or read of, I felt and practised myself; they get their knowledge by books, I mine by melancholizing.

There’s little of the melancholy element in her, my lord: she is never sad but when she sleeps; and not ever sad then; for I have heard my daughter say, she hath often dreamt of...

My prayers, my tears, my wishes, fears, and lamentations, were witnessed by myself and heaven alone. When we are harassed by sorrows or anxieties, or long oppressed by any powerful feelings which we must keep...

I began to understand that suffering and disappointments and melancholy are there not to vex us or cheapen us or deprive us of our dignity but to mature and transfigure us.

En un mundo sin melancolía, los ruiseñores se pondrían a eructar.

Kristin hatte ihre Wahl an einem grauen Montagmorgen getroffen. Sie war vielleicht aufgewacht, erschöpft von dem neuen Tag, der noch nicht einmal richtig angebrochen war, hatte aus dem Fenster gesehen und sich entschlossen, dass es...

But let me now stop; I may be a little partial, and view every thing with the jaundiced eye of melancholy – for I am sad – and have cause.

Melancholy is the happiness of being sad.

Rightly tired of the pain İ hear and feel, boss… where we’s comin from or goin to or why… If İ could end it, İ would. But İ can’t.

I can barely conceive a type of beauty in which there is no melancholy.

The words sounded like a mournful incantation.

Stigmata of LoveA light which lives on what the flames devour,a grey landscape surrounding me with scorch,a crucifixion by a single wound,a sky and earth that darken by each hour,a sob of blood whose red...

I preach that odd defiant melancholy that sees the dreadful loneliness of the human soul and the pitiful disaster of human life as ever redeemable and redeemed by compassion, friendship and love.

I’ll use the blood from my spilling heart to write the words that were never able to slip out of my mouth, so you can see how much you’ve broken me into a perpetual state...

Solitude appeared to me as the only fit state of man.

Sweet pulp and sour skin -Or was it sweet outside, and sour within?

He really had experienced every tiniest increment of time in the four decades since then, and yet here he was surprised to be suddenly old and crippled. Turned out the rope didn’t care if you...

He was persuaded he could know no happiness but in the society of one with whom he could for ever indulge the melancholy that had taken possession of his soul.

Because memories fall apart, too. And then you’re left with nothing, left not even with a ghost but with its shadow. In the beginning she haunted me, haunted my dreams, but even now, just weeks...

She had thought, instinctively, that Victoria had a remarkably beautiful face. The face showed an alert awareness of life: her lips- full, overblown like clown-lips liable to laugh at the slightest provocation. She thought that...

Rain is a lullaby heard through a thick, isolating blanket of clouds. It is the tinkling harp of water droplets; a moist breath whistling through willow reeds; a pattering beat background to the mourner’s melody....

Sorrow, terror, anguish, despair itself are often the chosen expressions of an approximation to the highest good. Our sympathy in tragic fiction depends on this principle; tragedy delights by affording a shadow of the pleasure...

Voi rakkaanisydän on kylmäja sammalta käteni kasvaaMinun reiteni mullassa hajoovat maaksiJa haudalla risti jo lahona on.Olen maa.Olen maa johon tahdot.

Our sadness won’t be of the searing kind but more like a blend of joy and melancholy: joy at the perfection we see before us, melancholy at an awareness of how seldom we are sufficiently...

This night is not calm; the equinox still struggles in its storms. The wild rains of the day are abated; the great single cloud disparts and rolls away from heaven, not passing and leaving a...

In a world without melancholy, nightingales would start burping

The greatest madness a man can be guilty of in this life, is to let himself die outright, without being slain by any person whatever, or destroyed by any other weapon than the hands of...

I then supped with my companions, with whom I was soon after to part for ever – always a most melancholly, death-like idea – a sort of separation of soul; for all the regret which...