And that dismal cry rose slowly And sank slowly through…

Pan is dead! great Pan is dead! Pan, Pan is dead!

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

The great god Pan is dead.

— Plutarch

“He's fucking stone cold deadpan. His pan is so dead he could lay it in a casket and bury it at Bellevue. They made…

— Charlotte Stein

In my Pantheon, Pan still reigns in his pristine glory, with his ruddy face, his flowing beard, and his shaggy body, his pipe and…

— Henry David Thoreau

I saw, in gradual vision through my tears, The sweet, sad years, the melancholy years, Those of my own life, who by turns had…

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

“I thought once how Theocritus had sung Of the sweet years, the dear and wished-for years, Who each one in a gracious hand appears…

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

“This night is not calm; the equinox still struggles in its storms. The wild rains of the day are abated; the great single cloud…

— Charlotte Brontë

For me, the melancholy of the late XXth Century is walking late at night by the Mont Blanc pen store and seeing these things…

— William Gibson

There was only the broad square with the scattered dim moons of the street lamps and with the monumental stone arch which receded into…

— Erich Maria Remarque

In such a diversity it was impossible I should be disposed to melancholy.

— Daniel Boone

“Nothing you did made sense and nothing you’ll ever do.”

— Michael Hogan

“They laughed, but I was melancholy. The remnants of Rome always make me sad, simply because they are proof that we slide inexorably towards…

— Bernard Cornwell

You felt a deep sorrow, the kind of melancholy you feel when you're in a beautiful place and the sun is going down

— Thrity Umrigar

“Wish in one hand, shit in the other, see which one fills up faster.”

— Noelle Oxenhandler

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

— Richelle E. Goodrich