Brooding Quote by Charles Dickens

Fading, with the Night, the memory of a dead love, and the withered leaves of a blighted hope, and the sickly repinings and moody…

— Lewis Carroll

It was a long and gloomy night that gathered on me, haunted by the ghosts of many hopes, of many dear remembrances, many errors,…

— Charles Dickens

How dreadful it is, to emerge from the oblivion of slumber, and to receive as a good morrow the mute wailing of one's own…

— Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley

“It was the deepest part of the night. There was a name for it that I couldn’t remember – that mystical black hour where…

— Kkat

If there were a sympathy in choice, War, death, or sickness, did lay siege to it, Making it momentary as a sound, Swift as…

— William Shakespeare

“(visions) of strange cities, of sandy plains, of gigantic ruins, of midnight skies with strange bright constellations, of mountain-passes, of grassy nooks flecked with…

— Mary Ann Evans

Night of Sleepless Love The night above. We two. Full moon. I started to weep, you laughed. Your scorn was a god, my laments…

— Federico Garcia Lorca

All that was neither a city, nor a church, nor a river, nor color, nor light, nor shadow: it was reverie. For a long…

— Victor Hugo

“From childhood's hour I have not been As others were; I have not seen As others saw; I could not bring My passions from…

— Edgar Allan Poe

“I tell you hopeless grief is passionless, That only men incredulous of despair, Half-taught in anguish, through the midnight air Beat upward to God’s…

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

“Every torment they had experienced was returned to them an intoxication. It seemed to them that the griefs , the sleeplessness, the tears, the…

— Victor Hugo

“During the daytime I glut myself with sorrow and lament, having my own duties to see to, and my house-maidens' work: but night falls…

— Homer