#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

In such a diversity it was impossible I should be disposed to melancholy. ↗

— Daniel Boone

#diversity #i #impossible #melancholy #should