#melancholy

I preach that odd defiant melancholy that sees the dreadful loneliness of the human soul and the pitiful disaster of human life as ever redeemable and redeemed by compassion, friendship and love. ↗

— John Derbyshire

#friendship #life #loneliness #love #melancholy

The gods are strange. It is not our vices only they make instruments to scourge us. They bring us to ruin through what in us is good, gentle, humane, loving. ↗

— Oscar Wilde

#love

The sun hides not the ocean, which is the dark side of this earth, and which is two thirds of this earth. So, therefore, that mortal man who hath more of joy than sorrow in him, that mortal man cannot be true-- not true, or undeveloped. With books the same. The truest of all men was the Man of Sorrows, and the truest of all books is Solomon’s, and Ecclesiastes is the fine hammered steel of woe. ↗

— Herman Melville

#melancholy #moby-dick #sorrow #men

Melancholy were the sounds on a winter's night. ↗

— Virginia Woolf

#night #sad #winter #winter

Pain seems to be easier, or melancholy seems to be easier to portray in a character. I don't know if that's because I'm a human being or because I'm an Irishman or both. ↗

— Colin Farrell

#being #both #character #easier #human

When you write a song, it may come from a personal space, but it very seldom actually represents you. It comes out of a sort of mood of melancholy, somehow. It's almost theatrical. ↗

— James Taylor

#almost #come #comes #may #melancholy

The eyes of the cheerful and of the melancholy man are fixed upon the same creation; but very different are the aspects which it bears to them. ↗

— Albert Pike

#bears #cheerful #creation #different #eyes

Ah, me, if this is love, then how it torments. ↗

— Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez

#memories-of-my-melancholy-whores #love

He was a Frenchman, a melancholy-looking man. His aspect was that of one who has been looking for the leak in a gas pipe with a lighted candle. ↗

— P.G. Wodehouse

#life #melancholy #misfortune #humor

And, at such a time, for a few of us there will always be a tugging at the heart—knowing a precious moment had gone and we not there. We can ask and ask but we can’t have again what once seemed ours for ever—the way things looked, that church alone in the fields, a bed on belfry floor, a remembered voice, a loved face. They’ve gone and you can only wait for the pain to pass. ↗

— J.L. Carr

#melancholy #wisdom #love