There is a melancholy which accompanies all enthusiasm. — Anthony Ashley Cooper, 1st Earl of Shaftesbury Copy Share Image
Tell us, pray, what devil This melancholy is, which can transform Men into monsters. — John Ford Copy Share Image
There is a life and there is a death, and there are beauty and melancholy between. — Albert Camus Copy Share Image
I kept.. ..returning to the (ancient Roman) wall paintings with their veiled melancholy and elegant plasticity. — William Baziotes Copy Share Image
“I can barely conceive a type of beauty in which there is no melancholy.” — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
Melancholy cannot be clearly proved to others, so it is better to be silent about it. — James Boswell Copy Share Image
In such a diversity it was impossible I should be disposed to melancholy. — Daniel Boone Copy Share Image
There can be no very black melancholy to him who lives in the midst of Nature and has his senses still. — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
I always have a decompression period at the end of a film. Sometimes it joyful, because you're just happy to be done.… — Johnny Depp Copy Share Image
For a long time I had not approached the forbidden fruit called happiness, but it was now tempting me with a melancholy… — Yukio Mishima Copy Share Image
What do we leave behind when we cross each frontier? Each moment seems split in two: melancholy for what was left behind… — Che Guevara Copy Share Image
And that dismal cry rose slowly And sank slowly through the air, Full of spirit's melancholy And eternity's despair; And they heard… — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
I'm not really a happy person. It's a question of temperament. I have a tendency toward melancholy. You can feel quite happily… — Michael Haneke Copy Share Image
“--perhaps monsters were misunderstood gods; deities with plans too grand for humans; a phantom of evil that drank from the roots of… — Roshani Chokshi Copy Share Image
Shame and guilt are noble emotions essential in the maintenance of civilized society, and vital for the development of some of the… — Willard Gaylin Copy Share Image
Man could not live if he were entirely impervious to sadness. Many sorrows can be endured only by being embraced, and the… — Emile Durkheim Copy Share Image
Its tall chimneys throw up black smoke, impregnating everything with soot, and the miners' faces as they traveled the streets were also… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Thinking it selfish to dwell on her own sufferings, when in the midst of wretches, who had not only lost all that… — Mary Wollstonecraft Copy Share Image
Once more their weird laughter of the loons comes to my ear, the distance lends it a musical, melancholy sound. For a… — Celia Thaxter Copy Share Image
“Then again, maybe knowing that life will only get duller, sadder, less hopeful afterward would inject melancholy into that moment. You’d miss… — Anita Bartholomew Copy Share Image
“All things pass in the end, even the worst melancholy. I opened my dresser and pulled out the lava box that held… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
The Beach Boys were my favorite. I use to listen to their hits over and over, especially 'In My Room' and 'Don't… — Phil Elverum Copy Share Image
[The sea] is the healer and the reviver, it cleanses the cavities of self-disgust and melancholy, of sloth and negation with the… — Marya Mannes Copy Share Image
The competition for the future of crime fiction is fierce, as it should be, but don't take your eyes off Craig McDonald.… — Laura Lippman Copy Share Image
“Melancholia is, I believe, a musical problem: a dissonance, a change in rhythm. While on the outside everything happens with the vertiginous… — Alejandra Pizarnik Copy Share Image
Truth may perhaps come to the price of a pearl, that showeth best by day; but it will not rise to the… — Francis Bacon Copy Share Image
For some nights I slept profoundly; but still every morning I felt the same lassitude, and a languor weighed upon me all… — Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu Copy Share Image
“Ah God! to see the branches stir Across the moon at Grantchester! To smell the thrilling-sweet and rotten Unforgettable, unforgotten River-smell, and… — Rupert Brooke Copy Share Image
“What was he doing during the trip? What was he thinking about? As he had during the morning, he watched the trees… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
There are houses in certain provincial towns whose aspect inspires melancholy, akin to that called forth by sombre cloisters, dreary moorlands, or… — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
There is a certain silence that can emanate from a lifeless object as from a chair lately used, or from a piano… — Beryl Markham Copy Share Image
“My prayers, my tears, my wishes, fears, and lamentations, were witnessed by myself and heaven alone. When we are harassed by sorrows… — Anne Brontë Copy Share Image