#melancholy

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

Melancholy is sadness that has taken on lightness. ↗

— Italo Calvino

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The soulless have no need of melancholia ↗

— Vladimir Odoevsky

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Hither came Conan, the Cimmerian, black-haired, sullen-eyed, sword in hand, a thief, a reaver, a slayer, with gigantic melancholies and gigantic mirth, to tread the jeweled thrones of the Earth under his sandaled feet. ↗

— Robert E. Howard

#character-defining #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

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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

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