Melancholy Quotes

Still, somewhere in the depths of ourselves we all harbor an ashamed, unsatisfied melancholy that quietly awaits a funeral.

For certain, neither of them sees a happy Present, as the gate opens and closes, and one goes in, and the other goes away.

I love death because life hates me.

Es sind tausend Tropfenin einer Weltnur für uns gemachtTausend Tropfenwenn der Himmel weintund man dennoch lacht

Let the blue of the sky and ocean take your blue away when you feel blue

i have laughedmore than daffodilsand cried more than June.

Seeing the mud around a lotus is pessimism, seeing a lotus in the mud is optimism.

Voi rakkaanisydän on kylmäja sammalta käteni kasvaaMinun reiteni mullassa hajoovat maaksiJa haudalla risti jo lahona on.Olen maa.Olen maa johon tahdot.

O' melancholy, hectic chill for human soul, herewith dismal presence, any spirit does descent.

Robots are like Mars: they needgirls. Boys won't do

I'll use the blood from my spilling heart to write the words that were never able to slip out of my mouth, so you can see how much you've broken me into a perpetual state of melancholy.

We are sometimes dragged into a pit of unhappiness by someone else’s opinion that we do not look happy.

...and when we die we die alone I cry, I cry aloneLike a piece of stone I am thrown into the wavy ocean of lifeto atone...to atoneOnly to atone...

What broke your heart so badThat you had to close every door, That you say you have a dark soulAnd can't utter the word 'love' anymore?

Some pain has no relief, it can only be sealed You can grasp the wound to feel the scar unhealed.

Night never needs a shade but it requires to fade into the grin of twinkling stars where light is just a glint of scars

When sadness knows the reason of tears, heart prepares to carry the ache for years

I amBroken single motherDisconnected loverSlow motion dresserDark secret confessorWhite flag trendProfessional dead end

Only pain can define the meaning of tears.

To be happy to be sad and sad to be happy is to sing an echo in that beautiful language called Sorrow.

We're just two lost souls Swimming in a fish bowl, Year after year, Running over the same old ground. What have we found? The same old fears. Wish you were here.

. . . Like ashes of gold in a cinnamon-flame, My youthful desires have been burnt with the years– And tonight in the chilling sunset-windA cicada, singing, weighs on my heart.

My world is a million shattered pieces put together, glued by my tears, where each piece is nothing but a reflection of YOU.

I, sometimes, fear that probably I'll just keep changing cities, and may be someday I'll also travel the world, but never find another soul who thinks exactly the way I do.

And truths, these days, are spokenThe same way promises are made, With gritted teeth and crossed fingers.

Melancholy is an escape not from reality, but unreality of the world.

listen thoughtfullysounds of laughtergaiety and melancholy galore

Even when it seems that there is no one else, always remember there's one person who never ceased to love you - yourself.

She made him yearn for a future his kind could never have, and a connection he sure as hell didn’t deserve.

The words sounded like a mournful incantation.

Despite her words about letting go, melancholy washed over her. Because words are easy and often thrown around with trite intentions.

Depression is melancholy minus its charms.

The soulless have no need of melancholia

Like a deep sad noteplayed beneath the oceanwaving through the orbthe memories of youthe bittersweet echoesinfixed forever in my heart

What was wrong with

A hand-rolled cigarette to smoke, Another one bought from the store.If he lights one, his mind's lit upAnother one burns a hole..

He cries behind his wall, I think, and no one knows, not even he. And no one will ever know, and in the end he’ll always be alone in smiling pain.

Depression is our way of telling ourselves that something is seriously wrong and needs working through and changing.

Waking up breaks my heart.Getting dressed breaks my arms.Joining the crowd breaks my legs.Letting someone in...does me in.

I love rainstorms...the thunder, lightning, wind, all of it. So much going on at once, so many emotions...just like me.

The author says that when an angry impulse is not immediately expressed, it turns to melancholy.

As ofttimes as it rains on my little spot of earth, you'd think I'd grow accustomed to the gloom.

I want to drown in my tears, And my tears are my prayers.

Solace of Silencesurreal synapsesof a melancholy dronea dream per chanceshe dared not be alone...

Often it feels like I am breathing today only because a few years back I had no idea which nerve to cut...

At one point, she said after a while, at one point we thought we might raise silkworms in one of the empty rooms. But then we never did. Oh, for the countless things one fails to do!

But when she finally got the wings to fly she realized she had nowhere else to go to...

He was beneath the waves, a creature crawling the ocean bottom.

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.

A mist is rolling over the fields. Why is a summer mist romantic and autumn mist just sad?