For he used to say...that knowledge of the soul would…

Knowledge of the soul would unfailingly make us melancholy if the pleasures of expression did not keep us alert and of good cheer.

— Thomas E. Mann

“Eventually I fall asleep, savoring the melancholy pleasures of victory. I wake with a start to a muffled sound: the wolves could not wait…

— Shan Sa

“A solitary, unused to speaking of what he sees and feels, has mental experiences which are at once more intense and less articulate than…

— Thomas Mann

“what the melancholy among us sometimes know, though may not be able to articulate, is that coming to the end of our resources may…

— Sharon McMahon Moffitt

“During the whole of a dull, dark, and soundless day in the autumn of the year, when the clouds hung oppressively low in the…

— Edgar Allan Poe

“He presses two fingers against each eye and attempts to account for this crippling melancholy, but is having trouble with rational thought. It feels…

— David Nicholls

“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