#holy

I went to bed and woke in the middle of the night thinking I heard someone cry, thinking I myself was weeping, and I felt my face and it was dry. Then I looked at the window and thought: Why, yes, it's just the rain, the rain, always the rain, and turned over, sadder still, and fumbled about for my dripping sleep and tried to slip it back on. ↗

— Ray Bradbury

#rain #sadness #sleep #novel

A poet is a nightingale who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds. ↗

— Percy Bysshe Shelley

#poets

And I realize how useless wails are and how gratuitous melancholy is. ↗

— Mircea Eliade

#wails #roman

I felt that I breathed an atmosphere of sorrow. ↗

— Edgar Allan Poe

#sorrow

Where there is sorrow, there is holy ground. ↗

— Oscar Wilde

#sorrow

Melancholy: an appetite no misery satisfies. ↗

— Emil Cioran

#melancholy #misery #syllogism #misery

Oh come, ‘though you have broken your promises a hundred times…Come home, stranger and alien, come home to me….Come home, space traveler, lover of leaving for I am here... ↗

— David Paul Kirkpatrick

#love #home

Melancholy is sadness that has taken on lightness. ↗

— Italo Calvino

#melancholy

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