#mel

The zipper displaces the button and a man lacks just that much time to think while dressing at dawn, a philosophical hour, and thus a melancholy hour. ↗

— Ray Bradbury

#dressing #innovation #introspection #melancholy #philosophical

When nothing else subsists from the past, after the people are dead, after the things are broken and scattered...the smell and taste of things remain poised a long time, like souls...bearing resiliently, on tiny and almost impalpable drops of their essence, the immense edifice of memory ↗

— Marcel Proust

#memories #nostalgia #smell #nostalgia

It took me several minutes to persuade myself to watch the news. During which time I gave myself a stern talking to. That turned into me considering a local pub that would be the perfect place to drown my sorrows in a barrel of tequila, though after much introspection, I scratched the idea just to avoid needless drunken embarrassment. Then, admittedly, I contemplated pouncing Andrew for another steamy romp session. Despite its proven potency to assuage stress and tension, I decided now was not the time to indulge in explosive sexcapades. ↗

— Laura Kreitzer

#fallen-legion #fantasy #fiction #humor #laura-kreitzer

Depression is melancholy minus its charms. ↗

— Susan Sontag

#melancholy #metaphor

I wonder what it felt to move to a country where you didn't grow up. I had thought about that often since my sister got married. Do you become a character in a story native to that land, or do you, somewhere in your heart, want to return to your homeland. ↗

— Banana Yoshimoto

#homeland #nostalgia #nostalgia

Join us. Play the game. It will bring you an untold number of rewards and you will finally have some direction and purpose in your lives. Take control of yourselves and those around you. Bend them to your will and all worldly pleasures will be yours... ↗

— Martin Hopkins

#addiction #crime #edinburgh #erotica #homelessness

We’re going to find your hobo. We’re going to work hard—work nights. Liv, we’re going to put our balls into it.” She hugged her tightly. “When did we get balls?” Livia loved her ridiculous sister. “Just now. ↗

— Debra Anastasia

#love #poughkeepsie #love

So that it must be only by the imagination that Satan has access to the soul, to tempt and delude it, or suggest anything to it. And this seems to be the reason why persons that are under the disease of melancholy are commonly so visibly and remarkably subject to the suggestions and temptations of Satan... Innumerable are the ways by which the mind may be led on to all kind of evil thoughts, by the exciting of external ideas in the imagination. ↗

— Jonathan Edwards

#melancholy #mind #imagination

After soft kisses, they pressed their hands together palm to palm. The tingling scattered all over Livia's body, warming her. "Do you feel that?" she whispered with a smile. His lips moved in his silent count. Blake wrapped his fingers around her hand. She copied the movement. Their hands together now resembled a heart-not a cartoon rendering of the shape, but a real human heart. He touched her lips with his and murmured, "I've been feeling it since you first smiled at me. ↗

— Debra Anastasia

#debra-anastasia #homeless #love #poughkeepsie #love

My life is a code within a code, and I’ll crack both like two eggs and eat my existence like an omelet. ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#existence #funny #omelet #funny