En un mundo sin melancolía, los ruiseñores se pondrían a eructar.
Emil M. CioranTags: melancholy melancolia
The staying awake was a great self-sacrificaing gesture of friendship, and wonderfully in keeping with our current mood of intense friendship and religious fervour. We were all in a state of shock. We engaged in a long Dostojevskyan conversations and drank one black coffee after another. It was sort of night typical of youth, the sort you only can look back on with shame and embarassment once you've grown up. But God knows, I must have grown up already by then, because I don't feel the slightest embarassment when I think back to it, just a terrible nostalgia.
Antal SzerbTags: nostalgia melancholy coffee young conversations nights dostoievsky
You felt a deep sorrow, the kind of melancholy you feel when you're in a beautiful place and the sun is going down
Thrity UmrigarTags: melancholy sorrow sad
It’s how I fill the time when nothing’s happening. Thinking too much, flirting with melancholy.
Tim WintonTags: time melancholy sadness loneliness idleness
That which others hear or read of, I felt and practised myself; they get their knowledge by books, I mine by melancholizing.
Robert BurtonTags: books knowledge melancholy sadness
I only wanted absolute quiet to think out why I had developed a sad attitude toward sadness, a melancholy attitude toward melancholy and a tragic attitude toward tragedy — why I had become identified with the objects of my horror or compassion.
F. Scott FitzgeraldTags: melancholy sadness tragedy
Unfortunately I am a completely impractical person, caught up in endless trains of thought. All of us are fantasists, ill-equipped for life, the children as much as myself. It seems to me sometimes that we never get used to being on this earth and life is just one great, ongoing, incomprehensible blunder.
W.G. SebaldTags: melancholy connections jazz-writing
Es ist ein Unterschied, ob man sterben will oder ob man keine Lust zu leben hat. Wenn man sterben will, dann will man wenigstens etwas. Ich will nichts.
Katarina von BredowTags: melancholy
The exhilaration was hard to explain. It was a lonely feeling — a somehow melancholy feeling. He was outside; he passed on the wings of the wind, and none of the people beyond the brightly lighted squares of their windows saw him. They were inside, inside where there was light and warmth. They didn't know he had passed them; only he knew. It was a secret thing.
Stephen KingTags: melancholy loneliness light secret winter wind lonely comfort snow cold warmth exhilaration
Concha would cry when she found out I was dead, she should have no taste for life for months afterward. But I was still the one who was going to die. I thought of her soft, beautiful eyes. when she looked at me something passed her to me. But I knew it was over: if she looked at me now the look would stay in her eyes, it wouldn't reach me. I was alone
Jean-Paul SartreTags: fear love melancholy death-and-dying
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