“There were days, rainy gray days, when the streets of Brooklyn were worthy of a photograph, every window the lens of a Leica, the view grainy and immobile. We gathered our colored pencils and sheets of paper and drew like wild, feral children into the night, until, exhausted, we fell into bed. We lay in each other's arms, still awkward but happy, exchanging breathless kisses into sleep.”
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Melancholic Quotes — page 133 of 412
“But don’t forget that memory is like salt: the right amount brings out the flavour in food, too much ruins it. If you live in the past all the time, you’ll find yourself with no present to remember.”
“We learn in the past, but we are not the result of that. We suffered in the past, loved in the past, cried and laughed in the past, but that's of no use to the present. The present has its challenges, its good and bad side. We can neither blame nor be grateful to the past for what is happening now. Each new experience of love has nothing whatsoever to do with past experiences. It's always new.”
“Things pass, and the best we can do is to let them really go away. Getting rid of certain memories also means making some room for other memories to take their place.”
“We have lost contact with reality, the simplicity of life.”
“Every Warrior of the Light has, at least once, believed he was not a Warrior of the Light.”
“Man's yesterday may never be like his morrow; Nought may endure but Mutability.”
“Too late, but I understand. That we don't perish of understanding everything too late, that is a miracle. But we do perish of that -- of just that.”
“Life is just a short period of time in which you are alive.”
“The old dead trees are the most fascinating - the countless trees lying in the gullies and up the hills that fell perhaps a century ago, pulling up their roots from the earth as they toppled. The great upheavals left rocks in their huge tentacles and, as they slowly rot, the trunks are home to populations of creatures, from goannas to wild pigs. As grey as tombstones in a cemetery they lie there, having outlasted generations of farmers, as they'll outlast me. In their own way they are as beautiful, more beautiful, than living trees.”
“To our own sorrows serious heed we give, But for another?s we soon cease to grieve.”
“For lawless joys a bitter ending waits.”
“And a rock feels no pain; And an island never cries.”
“...and trauma had a way of burning memories deeper into the mind.”
“In 1841 you and I had together a tedious low-water trip, on a Steam Boat from Louisville to St. Louis. You may remember, as I well do, that from Louisville to the mouth of the Ohio there were, on board, ten or a dozen slaves, shackled together with irons. That sight was a continual torment to me; and I see something like it every time I touch the Ohio, or any other slave-border.”
“The demon of intemperance ever seems to have delighted in sucking the blood of genius and of generosity. What one of us but can call to mind some relative more promising in youth than all his fellows, who has fallen a sacrifice to his rapacity?”
“Every one desires to live long, but no one would be old.”
“There are certain themes of which the interest is all-absorbing, but which are too entirely horrible for the purposes of legitimate fiction.”
“Life is the desert, life the solitude, death joins us to the great majority.”
“Some for renown, on scraps of learning dote, And think they grow immortal as they quote.”