Best 381 quotes in «melancholy quotes» category

I was not always free from melancholy; but even melancholy had its charms.

Let it not be imagined that the life of a good Christian must be a life of melancholy and gloominess; for he only resigns some pleasures to enjoy others infinitely better.

Jeremiah is a most melancholy prophet. He wails from beginning to end; he is often childish, is rarely indecent, and although it may be blasphemy to say so, he and his 'Lamentations' are really not worth reading.

Melancholy cannot be clearly proved to others, so it is better to be silent about it.

Melancholy is not one of my emotions. Quite seriously, I don't do melancholy. It's a miserable way to be.

Melancholy is the nurse of frenzy.

Melancholy men, of all others, are the most witty.

Melancholy characterizes those with a superb sense of the sublime.

Melancholy is ... the most legitimate of all the poetical tones.

Melancholy is the pleasure of being sad.

Men are much oftener thrown on their knees by the melancholy than by the agreeable passions.

Melancholy is as seductive as Ecstasy.

Nothing's so dainty sweet as lovely melancholy.

Mirth itself is too often but melancholy in disguise.

Mexico. Melancholy, profoundly right and wrong, it embraces as it strangulates.

Naught so sweet as melancholy.

Night's candles have burned out, and jocund day stands tiptoe on the misty mountaintops." Hope tinged with melancholy - like life.

Nothing thicker than a knife's blade separates happiness from melancholy.

Panic in Wall Street, brokers feeling melancholy.

Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste.

Remote, unfriended, melancholy, slow, Or by the lazy Scheld or wandering Po.

Religion is not a melancholy, the spirit of God is not a damper.

The more melancholy side of my literary personality is much in tune with BS Johnson's.

Sorrow was made for man, not for beasts; yet if men encourage melancholy too much, they become no better than beasts.

The cat makes himself the companion of your hours of solitude, melancholy and toil.

The diseases that we civilized people labor under most are melancholy and pessimism.

The melancholy joys of evils pass'd, For he who much has suffer'd, much will know.

The cello is such a melancholy instrument, such an isolated, miserable instrument.

The most melancholy of human reflections, perhaps, is that, on the whole, it is a question whether the benevolence of mankind does most good or harm.

The music is so euphoric,as a way of battling the words. It’s like an exorcism, beating it out with drums, shake this demon out, it’s so visceral because the melancholy has to be drummed out. I can’t let it sit inside me.

All the dreams I'd allowed myself to imagine were nothing but pages swept away by the wind.

There can be no very black melancholy to him who lives in the midst of Nature and has his senses still.

There is a gravity which is not austere nor captious, which belongs not to melancholy nor dwells in contraction of heart: but arises from tenderness and hangs upon reflection.

There is not a string attuned to mirth but has its chord of melancholy.

There was only the cemetery itself, spread out in the moonlight like a soft grey hallucination, a stony wilderness of Victorian melancholy.

There were moments of despondency when Shakespeare thought himself no poet, and Raphael no painter; when the greatest wits have doubted the excellence of their happiest efforts.

This sorrow weighs upon the melancholy souls of those who lived without infamy or praise.

To render my works properly requires a combination of extreme precision and irresistible verve, a regulated vehemence, a dreamy tenderness, and an almost morbid melancholy.

What e'er you are That in this desert inaccessible, Under the shade of melancholy boughs, Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time.

When you find yourself overpowered, as it were, by melancholy, the best way is to go out and do something.

While they danced they came over them the weariness with the world, the melancholy, the pity one for the other, which is the exultation of love.

Who does not see that we are likely to ascertain the distinctive significance of religious melancholy and happiness, or of religious trances, far better by comparing them as conscientiously as we can with other varieties of melancholy, happiness, and trance, than by refusing to consider their place in any more general series, and treating them as if they were outside of nature's order altogether?

You can’t take back texts. If you come off all moody and melancholy in a text, it just sits there in your phone, reminding you of what a drag you are.

You will be melancholy, if you are solitary.

A hand-rolled cigarette to smoke, Another one bought from the store. If he lights one, his mind's lit up Another one burns a hole..

Ah God! to see the branches stir Across the moon at Grantchester! To smell the thrilling-sweet and rotten Unforgettable, unforgotten River-smell, and hear the breeze Sobbing in the little trees. Say, do the elm-clumps greatly stand Still guardians of that holy land? The chestnuts shade, in reverend dream, The yet unacademic stream Is dawn a secret shy and cold Anadyomene, silver-gold? And sunset still a golden sea From Haslingfield to Madingley? And after, ere the night is born, Do hares come out about the corn? Oh, is the water sweet and cool, Gentle and brown, above the pool? And laughs the immortal river still Under the mill, under the mill? Say, is there Beauty yet to find? And Certainty? and Quiet kind? Deep meadows yet, for to forget The lies, and truths, and pain?… oh! yet Stands the Church clock at ten to three? And is there honey still for tea?

A los ídolos es mejor no tocarlos porque algo de la pintura dorada que los recubría se nos queda siempre entre las manos

Ama aptallık ettim, iyi vakit geçirtmek yerine onu kasvete boğdum. Gerçekten de dünyanın şarkıcılara ve dansçılara kalması gerek! Gereksiz acılar, aylakça melankoli, boş pişmanlıklar! -Barbarları Beklerken

A mist is rolling over the fields. Why is a summer mist romantic and autumn mist just sad?

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.