Melancholy Quotes

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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

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

Daniel Keyes
“I don’t know what’s worse: to not know what you are and be happy, or to become what you’ve always wanted to be, and feel alone.”
Daniel Keyes, Flowers for Algernon

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hermann Hesse
“I began to understand that suffering and disappointments and melancholy are there not to vex us or cheapen us or deprive us of our dignity but to mature and transfigure us.”
Hermann Hesse, Peter Camenzind

Sylvia Plath
“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

Emil M. Cioran
“Melancholy: an appetite no misery satisfies.”
Emil Cioran, All Gall Is Divided: Aphorisms

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

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, Suicide: A Study in Sociology

J. 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

Christina Rossetti
“Lie still, lie still, my breaking heart;
My silent heart, lie still and break:
Life, and the world, and mine own self, are changed
For a dream's sake.”
Christina Rossetti

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

Vladimir Odoyevsky
“The soulless have no need of melancholia”
Vladimir Odoyevsky, The Salamander and Other Gothic Tales

Tim Winton
“It’s how I fill the time when nothing’s happening. Thinking too much, flirting with melancholy.”
Tim Winton, Breath

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

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

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

William Shakespeare
“There's little of the melancholy element in her, my lord: she is never sad but when she sleeps; and not ever sad then; for I have heard my daughter say, she hath often dreamt of unhappiness, and waked herself with laughing.”
William Shakespeare, Much Ado About Nothing

Cormac McCarthy
“The eye turned to the fire gave back no light and he closed it with his thumb and sat by her and put his hand upon her bloodied forehead and closed his own eyes that he could see her running in the mountains, running in the starlight where the grass was wet and the sun's coming as yet had not undone the rich matrix of creatures passed in the night before her. Deer and hare and dove and groundvole all richly empaneled on the air for her delight, all nations of the possible world ordained by God of which she was one among and not separate from. Where she ran the cries of the coyotes clapped shut as if a door had closed upon them and all was fear and marvel. He took up her stiff head out of the leaves and held it or he reached to hold what cannot be held, what already ran among the mountains at once terrible and of great beauty, like flowers that feed on flesh. What blood and bone are made of but can themselves not make on any altar nor by any wound of war. What we may well believe has power to cut and shape and hollow out the dark form of the world surely if wind can, if rain can. But which cannot be held never be held and is no flower but is swift and a huntress and the wind itself is in terror of it and the world cannot lose it.”
Cormac McCarthy, The Crossing

Ray Bradbury
“The zipper displaces the button and a man lacks just that much time to think while dressing at dawn, a philosophical hour, and thus a melancholy hour.”
Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

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