Melancholy Quotes - Page 3

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

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.

If you close your eyes when you sing in Latin, and if you stand right at the back so you can keep one hand against the cold stone wall of the church, you can pretend you're in the Middle Ages. That's why I did it. That's what I was in it for.

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 no longer attract;

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.

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

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 you whispering? Sorrow, sorrow. Joy, joy. Woven together, like reeds in moonlight.

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

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

Depression is melancholy minus its charms.

The soulless have no need of melancholia

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. Rain is a soft song of compassion for the brokenhearted.

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

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 window sighing or just lying around. A state of not caring about anything. A kind of blue kind of peaceful state.

As ofttimes as it rains on my little spot of earth, you'd think I'd grow accustomed to the gloom.