#gloom

The hallway of every man's life is paced with pictures; pictures gay and pictures gloomy, all useful, for if we be wise, we can learn from them a richer and braver way to live. ↗

— Sean O'Casey

#every #gay #gloomy #hallway #learn

The good news, to relieve all this gloom, is that a democracy is inherently self-correcting. Here, the people are sovereign. Inept political leaders can be replaced. Foolish policies can be changed. Disastrous mistakes can be reversed. ↗

— Theodore C. Sorensen

#democracy #disastrous #foolish #gloom #good

And so we remained till the red of the dawn began to fall through the snow gloom. I was desolate and afraid, and full of woe and terror. But when that beautiful sun began to climb the horizon life was to me again. ↗

— Bram Stoker

#again #beautiful #began #climb #dawn

Our gloomy Presbyterian ideas encourage fear of God, not love for him. ↗

— Daniel H. Hill

#fear #gloomy #god #him #ideas

A gloomy guest fits not a wedding feast. ↗

— Friedrich Schiller

#feast #fits #gloomy #guest

In the streets through which we passed, I must own the houses in general struck me as if they were dark and gloomy, and yet at the same time they also struck me as prodigiously great and majestic. ↗

— Karl Philipp Moritz

#dark #general #gloomy #great #houses

He lived in chambers that had once belonged to his deceased partner. They were a gloomy suite of rooms, in a lowering pile of building up a yard, where it had so little business to be, that one could scarcely help fancying it must have run there when it was a young house, playing at hide-and-seek with other houses, and forgotten the way out again. ↗

— Charles Dickens

#business

The past, present, and future, were all equally in gloom. ↗

— Jane Austen

#gloom #past #present #equality

I can't be expected to produce deathless prose in an atmosphere of gloom and eucalyptus. ↗

— Gerald Durrell

#eucalyptus #gloom #prose #family

And others came... Desires and Adorations, Winged Persuasions and veil'd Destinies, Splendours, and Glooms, and glimmering Incarnations Of hopes and fears, and twilight Phantasies; And Sorrow, with her family of Sighs, And Pleasure, blind with tears, led by the gleam Of her own dying smile instead of eyes, Came in slow pomp; the moving pomp might seem Like pageantry of mist on an autumnal stream. ↗

— Percy Bysshe Shelley

#schiltz #shelley #splendors-and-glooms #family