More than anything, the journal wanted. It wanted more than it could hold, more than words could describe, more than diagrams could… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
...that melancholy which we feel when we cease to obey orders which, from one day to another, keep the future hidden, and… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“I am metaphysical being, mystical and emotional, skeptical and cynical, happy and boisterous, loud and bawdy, quiet and melancholy, tender and cruel,… — Kilroy J. Oldster Copy Share Image
Each picture with its particular environment and unique personal relationships is a world unto itself - separate and distinct. Picture makers lead… — John Huston Copy Share Image
Standing here, in this quiet house where I can hear the birds chirping out back, I think I’m kind of getting the… — Gayle Forman Copy Share Image
Say I feel all sad and self-indulgent, then get stung by a wasp, my misery feels quite abstract and I long just… — Russell Brand Copy Share Image
The melancholy river bears us on. When the moon comes through the trailing willow boughs, I see your face, I hear your… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
She had one of those charming faces which, according to the angle from which you see them, look either melancholy or impertinent.… — Elizabeth Bowen Copy Share Image
“The Wanderer What is she like? I was told— she is a melancholy soul. She is like the sun to the night;… — Lang Leav Copy Share Image
Cram them full of non-combustible data, chock them so damned full of 'facts' they feel stuffed, but absolutely 'brilliant' with information. Then… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
“There can be few places more conducive to the quiet, solitary contemplation of melancholy thoughts than a window-seat; and if beyond the… — Jude Morgan Copy Share Image
“If you close your eyes when you sing in Latin, and if you stand right at the back so you can keep… — Carol Rifka Brunt Copy Share Image
For me, the work is an absolute necessity. I cannot put it off; I don't care for anything else; that is to… — Vincent Van Gogh Copy Share Image
Feelings, she learned, were hard to fight. She treasured his smiles and compliments and tried not to dwell on the fact that… — Tamora Pierce Copy Share Image
“The emptiness imparts a strange melancholy which she could never express...except to think of bare trees under a white winter sky, empty… — Stephen King Copy Share Image
Now Autumn's fire burns slowly along the woods, And day by day the dead leaves fall and melt, And night by night… — William Allingham Copy Share Image
