#melancholy

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

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

A melancholy-looking man, he had the appearance of one who has searched for the leak in life's gas-pipe with a lighted candle. ↗

— P.G. Wodehouse

#humor #melancholy #wit #humor

The lost glove is happy. ↗

— Vladimir Nabokov

#loss #melancholy #melancholy

For certain, neither of them sees a happy Present, as the gate opens and closes, and one goes in, and the other goes away. ↗

— Charles Dickens

#love #melancholy #sadness #love

He was persuaded he could know no happiness but in the society of one with whom he could for ever indulge the melancholy that had taken possession of his soul. ↗

— Horace Walpole

#marriage #melancholy #marriage

If work and leisure are soon to be subordinated to this one utopian principle - absolute busyness - then utopia and melancholy will come to coincide: an age without conflict will dawn, perpetually busy - and without consciousness. ↗

— Gunther Grass

#age #busy #busyness #coincide #come

There's little of the melancholy element in her, my lord: she is never sad but when she sleeps; and not ever sad then; for I have heard my daughter say, she hath often dreamt of unhappiness, and waked herself with laughing. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#happiness #melancholy #sadness #sleep #waking

There was a darkness, a melancholy, that people had trouble accepting. Maybe now, it would work better. ↗

— Alain Resnais

#better #darkness #had #maybe #melancholy

To keep something, you must take care of it. More, you must understand just what sort of care it requires. You must know the rules and abide by them. She could do that. She had been doing it all the months, in the writing of her letters to him. There had been rules to be learned in that matter, and the first of them was the hardest: never say to him what you want him to say to you. Never tell him how sadly you miss him, how it grows no better, how each day without him is sharper than the day before. Set down for him the gay happenings about you, bright little anecdotes, not invented, necessarily, but attractively embellished. Do not bedevil him with the pinings of your faithful heart because he is your husband, your man, your love. For you are writing to none of these. You are writing to a soldier. ↗

— Dorothy Parker

#love #melancholy #parker #faith