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The soulless have no need of melancholia ↗

— Vladimir Odoevsky

#melancholy #melancholy

Hither came Conan, the Cimmerian, black-haired, sullen-eyed, sword in hand, a thief, a reaver, a slayer, with gigantic melancholies and gigantic mirth, to tread the jeweled thrones of the Earth under his sandaled feet. ↗

— Robert E. Howard

#character-defining #melancholy

I would not have traded the delights of my suffering for anything in the world. ↗

— Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez

#self-indulgence #wallowing #melancholy

As I kissed her the heat of her body increased, and it exhaled a wild, untamed fragrance. ↗

— Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez

#melancholy

I went to bed feeling melancholy, wishing I could have poured out all my fears and insecurities to my mom. Wasn’t that what normal mothers and daughters did? ↗

— Richelle Mead

#mother #sydney-sage #melancholy

She was not crying Which surprised me very much But I understand now That she had found places For her melancholy That were behind more masks Than only her eyes ↗

— Jonathan Safran Foer

#melancholy

She seemed imprisoned in her sadness. ↗

— Sena Jeter Naslund

#melancholy

I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano! ↗

— William Shakespeare

#melancholy #melancholy

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

#sadness #melancholy

His older self had taught his younger self a language which the older self knew because the younger self, after being taught, grew up to be the older self and was, therefore, capable of teaching. ↗

— Robert A. Heinlein

#teaching #time-travel #paradox