“I had a lot of growing up to do. A lot of times, I learned the hard way.”
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Melancholic Quotes — page 110 of 412
“The man who dies leaving behind him millions of available wealth, which was his to administer during his life, will pass away unwept, unhonoured and insung no matter to what uses he leaves the dross which he cannot take with him.”
“Security breeds stagnation.”
“this is no dream just my oily life where the people are alibis and the street is unfindable for an entire lifetime.”
“The sea is mother-death and she is a mighty female, the one who wins, the one who sucks us all up.”
“[In] death at least there would be one profit; it would no longer be necessary to eat, to drink, to pay taxes, or to [offend] others; and as a man lies in his grave not one year, but hundreds and thousands of years, the profit was enormous. The life of man was, in short, a loss, and only his death a profit.”
“Life does not agree with philosophy: There is no happiness that is not idleness, and only what is useless is pleasurable.”
“Consider pleasures as they depart, not as they come.”
“I think that the work that's left to be done - and I see the end in sight at this point - is to just let go and stop talking about it. It's definitely 'stop talking about the whole size thing.' I don't go to my girlfriend's house and say, 'Hey, I'm your big friend, let's talk about big things.' It's not a topic of conversation within my friend group - I'm ready for society, Hollywood, the press, magazines, everyone, to just catch up and say, 'These women are just like the women we've been using for so long. Let's just throw them into the mix and stop talking about it.'”
“To me, the black black woman is our essential mother, the blacker she is the more us she is and to see the hatred that is turned on her is enough to make me despair, almost entirely, of our future as a people.”
“It is an illusion that youth is happy, an illusion of those who have lost it.”
“The years like great black oxen tread the world, and God, the herdsman goads them on behind, and I am broken by their passing feet.”
“I summon to the winding ancient stair; Set all your mind upon the steep ascent”
“All of us failed to match our dreams of perfection.”
“Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief”
“The rain, it raineth every day.”
“Much rain wears the marble.”
“What freezings I have felt, what dark days seen, What old December's bareness everywhere!”
“As high as we have mounted in delight, In our dejection do we sink as low.”
“I think [aging] has nothing to recommend it. You don't gain any wisdom as the years go by. You fall apart, is what happens. People try and put a nice varnish on it, and say, well, you mellow. You come to understand life and accept things. But you'd trade all of that for being 35 again.”