#melancholy

Saturn seems to have impressed the seal of melancholy on me from the beginning. ↗

— Marsilio Ficino

#impressed #me #melancholy #saturn #seal

I won’t compare myself to Van Gogh or Amy Winehouse, but in my own personal experience, the quality of my writing is in direct correlation with the depth of my suffering. When I’m happy or cheerful or content in life, I’m seldom inspired to write anything. That’s when the good stuff comes out – when I’m feeling empty and worthless and eternally heartbroken. That’s when the fears and insecurities come flying through my fingertips like lightning bolts and strike the keys on this laptop and a small bit of magic occurs. I’m able to somewhat articulate my feelings – and even if it’s only for me, even if no one ever reads them – they’re no longer bottled up. It’s cheaper than a shrink, that’s for sure. ↗

— Adam Frazier

#melancholy #van-gogh #experience

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

— Daniel Boone

#diversity #i #impossible #melancholy #should

I think every human being has a level of melancholy in life and in general. ↗

— Sandra Bullock

#every #general #human #human being #i

Melancholy has ceased to be an individual phenomenon, an exception. It has become the class privilege of the wage earner, a mass state of mind that finds its cause wherever life is governed by production quotas. ↗

— Gunther Grass

#cause #ceased #class #earner #exception

Men are much oftener thrown on their knees by the melancholy than by the agreeable passions. ↗

— David Hume

#knees #melancholy #men #much #oftener

Voi rakkaani sydän on kylmä ja sammalta käteni kasvaa Minun reiteni mullassa hajoovat maaksi Ja haudalla risti jo lahona on. Olen maa. Olen maa johon tahdot. ↗

— Timo K. Mukka

#love #melancholy #death

All changes are more or less tinged with melancholy, for what we are leaving behind is part of ourselves. ↗

— Amelia Barr

#changes #leaving #less #melancholy #more

Nothing's so dainty sweet as lovely melancholy. ↗

— Francis Beaumont

#lovely #melancholy #nothing #sweet

I often wish I'd got on better with your father,' he said. But he never liked anyone who--our friends,' said Clarissa; and could have bitten her tongue for thus reminding Peter that he had wanted to marry her. Of course I did, thought Peter; it almost broke my heart too, he thought; and was overcome with his own grief, which rose like a moon looked at from a terrace, ghastly beautiful with light from the sunken day. I was more unhappy than I've ever been since, he thought. And as if in truth he were sitting there on the terrace he edged a little towards Clarissa; put his hand out; raised it; let it fall. There above them it hung, that moon. She too seemed to be sitting with him on the terrace, in the moonlight. ↗

— Virginia Woolf

#imagery #love #marriage #melancholy #moon