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#melancholy

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Men dream more about coming home than about leaving. ↗


— Paulo Coelho


#inspirational #journey #longing #love #melancholy

You're in a bad way! Apparently, you have developed a soul. ↗


— Yevgeny Zamyatin


#freedom

Stigmata of Love A light which lives on what the flames devour, a grey landscape surrounding me with scorch, a crucifixion by a single wound, a sky and earth that darken by each hour, a sob of blood whose red ribbon adorns a lyre without a pulse, and oils the torch, a tide which stuns and strands me on the reef, a scorpion scrambling, stinging in my chest-- this is the wreath of love, this bed of thorns is where I dream of you stealing my rest, haunting these sunken ribs cargoed with grief. I sought the peak of prudence, but I found the hemlock-brimming valley of your heart, and my own thirst for bitter truth and art. ↗


— Federico García Lorca


#melancholy #pain #art

I have absolutely no pleasure in the stimulants in which I sometimes so madly indulge. It has not been in the pursuit of pleasure that I have periled life and reputation and reason. It has been the desperate attempt to escape from torturing memories, from a sense of insupportable loneliness and a dread of some strange impending doom. ↗


— Edgar Allan Poe


#alchohol #drinking #drugs #loneliness #melancholy

Melancholy is no bad thing. ↗


— Sting


#bad thing #melancholy #thing

My earlier poems were sadder than my poems are today, perhaps because I wrote them in confusion or when I was unhappy. But I am not a melancholy person, quite the contrary, no one enjoys laughing more than I do. ↗


— Anne Stevenson


#because #confusion #contrary #earlier #enjoys

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

Cut my life into pizzas. this is my plastic fork. oven baking, no breathing, dont give a fuck if its carbs that i'm eating' -Catherine Spann ↗


— Catherine Spann


#food #love #melancholy #poetry #sad

Melancholy is the pleasure of being sad. ↗


— Victor Hugo


#pleasure #sad #sorrow #sorrow






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