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Quotes About Melancholy

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Edgar Allan Poe
“I have absolutely no pleasure in the stimulants in which I sometimes so madly indulge. It has not been in the pursuit of pleasure that I have periled life and reputation and reason. It has been the desperate attempt to escape from torturing memories, from a sense of insupportable loneliness and a dread of some strange impending doom.”
Edgar Allan Poe

Edgar Allan Poe
“I felt that I breathed an atmosphere of sorrow.”
Edgar Allan Poe

Audrey Niffenegger
“I go to sleep alone, and wake up alone. I take walks. I work until I'm tired. I watch the wind play with the trash that's been under the snow all winter. Everything seems simple until you think about it. Why is love intensified by abscence?”
Audrey Niffenegger, The Time Traveler's Wife

Virginia Woolf
“Melancholy were the sounds on a winter's night.”
Virginia Woolf, Jacob's Room

Emilie Autumn
“I am my heart’s undertaker. Daily I go and retrieve its tattered remains, place them delicately into its little coffin, and bury it in the depths of my memory, only to have to do it all again tomorrow.”
Emilie Autumn, The Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girls

Ray Bradbury
“I went to bed and woke in the middle of the night thinking I heard someone cry, thinking I myself was weeping, and I felt my face and it was dry.

Then I looked at the window and thought: Why, yes, it's just the rain, the rain, always the rain, and turned over, sadder still, and fumbled about for my dripping sleep and tried to slip it back on.”
Ray Bradbury, Green Shadows, White Whale: A Novel of Ray Bradbury's Adventures Making Moby Dick with John Huston in Ireland

Scott Turow
“Nobody ever gets what they want when it comes to love.”
Scott Turow

Søren Kierkegaard
“What if everything in the world were a misunderstanding, what if laughter were really tears?”
Søren Kierkegaard

P.G. Wodehouse
“A melancholy-looking man, he had the appearance of one who has searched for the leak in life's gas-pipe with a lighted candle.”
P.G. Wodehouse, The Man Upstairs and Other Stories

Victor Hugo
“Melancholy is the pleasure of being sad.”
Victor Hugo

Susan Sontag
“Depression is melancholy minus its charms.”
Susan Sontag, Illness as Metaphor

Percy Bysshe Shelley
“A poet is a nightingale who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.”
Percy Bysshe Shelley

Émile Durkheim
“Melancholy suicide. —This is connected with a general state of extreme depression and exaggerated sadness, causing the patient no longer to realize sanely the bonds which connect him with people and things about him. Pleasures no longer attract;”
Émile Durkheim, On Suicide: A Study in Sociology

Italo Calvino
“Melancholy is sadness that has taken on lightness.”
Italo Calvino

Alejandra Pizarnik
“Melancholia is, I believe, a musical problem: a dissonance, a change in rhythm. While on the outside everything happens with the vertiginous rhythm of a cataract, on the inside is the exhausted adagio of drops of water falling from time to tired time. For this reason the outside, seen from the melancholic inside, appears absurd and unreal, and constitutes ‘the farce we all must play’. But for an instant – because of a wild music, or a drug, or the sexual act carried to its climax – the very slow rhythm of the melancholic soul does not only rise to that of the outside world: it overtakes it with an ineffably blissful exorbitance, and the soul then thrills animated by delirious new energies”
Alejandra Pizarnik

Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu
“For some nights I slept profoundly; but still every morning I felt the same lassitude, and a languor weighed upon me all day. I felt myself a changed girl. A strange melancholy was stealing over me, a melancholy that I would not have interrupted. Dim thoughts of death began to open, and an idea that I was slowly sinking took gentle, and, somehow, not unwelcome possession of me. If it was sad, the tone of mind which this induced was also sweet. Whatever it might be, my soul acquiesced in it.”
Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu, Carmilla

Sylvia Plath
“I wish to cry. Yet, I laugh, and my lipstick leaves a red stain like a bloody crescent moon on the top of the beer can.”
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

Oscar Wilde
“The gods are strange. It is not our vices only they make instruments to scourge us. They bring us to ruin through what in us is good, gentle, humane, loving.”
Oscar Wilde, De Profundis

Kazuo Ishiguro
“That's most interesting. But I was no more a mind-reader then than today. I
was weeping for an altogether different reason. When I watched you dancing that day, I saw something else. I saw a new world coming rapidly. More
scientific, efficient, yes. More cures for the old sicknesses. Very good. But a
harsh, cruel world. And I saw a little girl, her eyes tightly closed, holding to her breast the old kind world, one that she knew in her heart could not
remain, and she was holding it and pleading, never to let her go. That is what I saw. It wasn't really you, what you were doing, I know that. But I saw you and it broke my heart. And I've never forgotten.”
Kazuo Ishiguro, Never Let Me Go

Vladimir Odoevsky
“The soulless have no need of melancholia”
Vladimir Odoevsky

Federico García Lorca
“Stigmata of Love
A light which lives on what the flames devour,
a grey landscape surrounding me with scorch,
a crucifixion by a single wound,
a sky and earth that darken by each hour,
a sob of blood whose red ribbon adorns
a lyre without a pulse, and oils the torch,
a tide which stuns and strands me on the reef,
a scorpion scrambling, stinging in my chest--
this is the wreath of love, this bed of thorns
is where I dream of you stealing my rest,
haunting these sunken ribs cargoed with grief.
I sought the peak of prudence, but I found
the hemlock-brimming valley of your heart,
and my own thirst for bitter truth and art.”
Federico García Lorca

J.L. Carr
“And, at such a time, for a few of us there will always be a tugging at the heart—knowing a precious moment had gone and we not there. We can ask and ask but we can’t have again what once seemed ours for ever—the way things looked, that church alone in the fields, a bed on belfry floor, a remembered voice, a loved face. They’ve gone and you can only wait for the pain to pass. ”
J.L. Carr, A Month in the Country

Remy de Gourmont
“Autumn is as joyful and sweet as an untimely end.”
Remy de Gourmont

Mircea Eliade
“And I realize how useless wails are and how gratuitous melancholy is.”
Mircea Eliade, Le Roman de l'adolescent myope

Douglas Coupland
“I think it takes an amazing amount of energy to convince oneself that the Forever Person isn't just around the corner. In the end I believe we never do convince ourselves. I know that I found it increasingly hard to maintain the pose of emotional self-sufficiency lying on my bed and sitting at my desk, watching the gulls cartwheeling in the clouds over the bridges, cradling myself in my own arms, breathing warm chocolate-and-vodka breath on a rose I had found on a street corner, trying to force it to bloom.”
Douglas Coupland, Life After God

Alejandra Pizarnik
“An unchangeable colour rules over the melancholic: his dwelling is a space the colour of mourning. Nothing happens in it. No one intrudes. It is a bare stage where the inert I is assisted by the I suffering from that inertia. The latter wishes to free the former, but all efforts fail, as Theseus would have failed had he been not only himself but also the Minotaur; to kill him then, he would have had to kill himself”
Alejandra Pizarnik

P.G. Wodehouse
“He was a Frenchman, a melancholy-looking man. His aspect was that of one who has been looking for the leak in a gas pipe with a lighted candle.”
P.G. Wodehouse, The Girl in Blue

W.N.P. Barbellion
“Youth is an intoxication without wine, someone says. Life is an intoxication. The only sober man is the melancholiac, who, disenchanted, looks at life, sees it as it really is, and cuts his throat. If this be so, I want to be very drunk. The great thing is to live, to clutch at our existence and race away with it in some great and enthralling pursuit. Above all, I must beware of all ultimate questions- they are too maddeningly unanswerable- let me eschew philosophy and burn Omar.”
W.N.P. Barbellion, Journal of a Disappointed Man

Edmond Rostand
“Cyrano: The leaves---
Roxane: What color---Perfect Venetian red! Look at them fall.
Cyrano: Yes---they know how to die. A little way
From the branch to the earth, a little fear
Of mingling with the common dust---and yet
They go down gracefully---a fall that seems
Like flying!”
Edmond Rostand, Cyrano de Bergerac

Edith Wharton
“How I hate everything!”
Edith Wharton, Summer

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