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Melancholy12 quotes
There's not a string attuned to mirth
But has its chord in melancholy. — Thomas Hood · 1827Listen! you hear the grating roar
Of pebbles which the waves suck back, and fling,
At their return, up the high strand,
Begin, and cease, and then again begin,
With tremulous cadence slow, and bring
The eternal note of sadness in.
Sophocles long ago
Heard it on the Aegean. — Matthew Arnold · 1867It was a real slow walk in a real sad rain. — Johnny Cash · 1994He felt the loyalty we all feel to unhappiness—the sense that that is where we really belong. — Graham Greene · 1948We headed home holding hands. For a moment I dropped back to watch him walk. His sailor's gait always touched me. I knew one day I would stop and he would keep on going, but until then nothing could tear us apart. — Patti Smith · 2010I have been one acquainted with the night. — Robert Frost · 1928All 12 quotes →Depression2 quotes
He felt the loyalty we all feel to unhappiness—the sense that that is where we really belong. — Graham Greene · 1948I have been one acquainted with the night. — Robert Frost · 1928Love2 quotes
By heaven, I do love, and it hath taught me to rhyme, and to be melancholy. — William Shakespeare · 1597Love is the longing for the half of ourselves we have lost. — Milan Kundera · 1984Yin and yang2 quotes
There's not a string attuned to mirth
But has its chord in melancholy. — Thomas Hood · 1827We look before and after,
And pine for what is not:
Our sincerest laughter
With some pain is fraught;
Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought. — Percy Bysshe Shelley · 1820Admiring another person1 quote
We headed home holding hands. For a moment I dropped back to watch him walk. His sailor's gait always touched me. I knew one day I would stop and he would keep on going, but until then nothing could tear us apart. — Patti Smith · 2010Broken heart1 quote
By heaven, I do love, and it hath taught me to rhyme, and to be melancholy. — William Shakespeare · 1597Changing of seasons1 quote
Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,
Tears from the depth of some divine despair
Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes,
In looking on the happy Autumn-fields,
And thinking of the days that are no more. — Alfred Tennyson · 1847Looking back1 quote
Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,
Tears from the depth of some divine despair
Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes,
In looking on the happy Autumn-fields,
And thinking of the days that are no more. — Alfred Tennyson · 1847Lost love1 quote
We headed home holding hands. For a moment I dropped back to watch him walk. His sailor's gait always touched me. I knew one day I would stop and he would keep on going, but until then nothing could tear us apart. — Patti Smith · 2010Night1 quote
I have been one acquainted with the night. — Robert Frost · 1928Passage of time1 quote
Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,
Tears from the depth of some divine despair
Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes,
In looking on the happy Autumn-fields,
And thinking of the days that are no more. — Alfred Tennyson · 1847Rain1 quote
It was a real slow walk in a real sad rain. — Johnny Cash · 1994Sadness1 quote
It was a real slow walk in a real sad rain. — Johnny Cash · 1994The beach1 quote
Listen! you hear the grating roar
Of pebbles which the waves suck back, and fling,
At their return, up the high strand,
Begin, and cease, and then again begin,
With tremulous cadence slow, and bring
The eternal note of sadness in.
Sophocles long ago
Heard it on the Aegean. — Matthew Arnold · 1867Unhappiness1 quote
He felt the loyalty we all feel to unhappiness—the sense that that is where we really belong. — Graham Greene · 1948Waves1 quote
Listen! you hear the grating roar
Of pebbles which the waves suck back, and fling,
At their return, up the high strand,
Begin, and cease, and then again begin,
With tremulous cadence slow, and bring
The eternal note of sadness in.
Sophocles long ago
Heard it on the Aegean. — Matthew Arnold · 1867