Melancholy men, of all others, are the most witty.
What if everything in the world were a misunderstanding, what if laughter were really tears?
Do not make best friends with a melancholy sad soul. They always are heavily loaded, and you must bear half.
No grief so soft, no pain so sweet, as love's delicious melancholy.
Melancholy is as seductive as Ecstasy.
It is a very melancholy reflection that men are usually so weak that it is absolutely necessary for them to know sorrow and pain to be in their right senses.
Melancholy is at the bottom of everything, just as at the end of all rivers is the sea. Can it be otherwise in a world where nothing lasts, where all that we have loved or shall love must die? Is death, then, the secret of life? The gloom of an eternal mourning enwraps, more or less closely, every serious and thoughtful soul, as night enwraps the universe.
Demoniac frenzy, moping melancholy.
Melancholy sees the worst of things, things as they may be, and not as they are. It looks upon a beautiful face, and sees but a grinning skull.
A comfortable old age is the reward of a well-spent youth. Instead of its bringing sad and melancholy prospects of decay, it would give us hopes of eternal youth in a better world.
The feeling of Sunday is the same everywhere, heavy, melancholy, standing still.
If you are melancholy for the first time, you will find, upon a little inquiry, that others have been melancholy many times, and yet are cheerful now.
All changes are more or less tinged with melancholy, for what we are leaving behind is part of ourselves.
Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste.
Elysian beauty, melancholy grace, Brought from a pensive though a happy place.
The sound of the mandolin is a very curious sound because it's cheerful and melancholy at the same time, and I think it comes from that shadow string, the double strings.
Melancholy Is not, as you conceive, indisposition Of body, but the mind's disease.
You will be melancholy, if you are solitary.
Melancholy redeems this universe, and yet it is melancholy that separates us from it.
I've always been a fan of melody and emotional melancholy, whether it was Rites of Spring or Tears for Fears or Neil Young. If I hear a song that has a sweet melody, I'm a sucker for it, whether it's Linkin Park or Little Richard.
Ah, there are moments for us here, when, seeing Life's inequalities, and woe, and care, The burdens laid upon our mortal being Seem heavier than the human heart can bear.
Nobody ever gets what they want when it comes to love.
And what does the rain say at night in a small town, what does the rain have to say? Who walks beneath dripping melancholy branches listening to the rain? Who is there in the rain’s million-needled blurring splash, listening to the grave music of the rain at night, September rain, September rain, so dark and soft? Who is there listening to steady level roaring rain all around, brooding and listening and waiting, in the rain-washed, rain-twinkled dark of night?
The eyes of the cheerful and of the melancholy man are fixed upon the same creation; but very different are the aspects which it bears to them.
Hence, all you vain delights, As short as are the nights Wherein you spend your folly! There's naught in this life sweet But only melancholy; O sweetest melancholy!
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