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
A Strange melancholy pervades me to which I hesitate to give the grave and beautiful name of sorrow. The idea of sorrow… — Francoise Sagan 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
It is very strange, and very melancholy, that the paucity of human pleasures should persuade us ever to call hunting one of… — Samuel Johnson Copy Share Image
“We know only that in some strange and melancholy way we have become a waste land. All the same, we are not… — Erich Maria Remarque Copy Share Image
