“Our desires always disappoint us; for though we meet with something that gives us satisfaction, yet it never thoroughly answers our expectation.”
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Melancholic Quotes — page 134 of 412
“True knowledge comes only through suffering.”
“I plucke up the goodlie greene herbes of sentences by pruning, eat them by reading, chawe them by musing, and laie them up at length in the hie seate of memorie by gathering them together; that I, having tasted the sweetenes, l may the lesse perceave the bitternes of this miserable life.”
“Some of the most devastating things that happen to you will teach you the most”
“We all think we have time, you know. It's this miracle substance and there seems to be so much of it, and then all of a sudden, it's gone.”
“Every time I think that I'm getting old, and gradually going to the grave, something else happens.”
“When we cannot be delivered from ourselves, we delight in devouring ourselves.”
“Vague a l'ame - melancholy yearning for the end of the world.”
“A book is a suicide postponed.”
“The mind is the result of the torments the flesh undergoes or inflicts upon itself.”
“The vague torment of ... ambition.”
“After great pain, a formal feeling comes. The Nerves sit ceremonious, like tombs.”
“Once you're a mom, you've been split into two people. It's like Peter Pan and his shadow.”
“The worst death for anyone is to lose the center of his being, the thing he really is. Retirement is the filthiest word in the language. Whether by choice or by fate, to retire from what you do - and makes you what you are - is to back up into the grave.”
“Nobody climbs on skis now and almost everybody breaks their legs but maybe it is easier in the end to break your legs than to break your heart although they say that everything breaks now and that sometimes, afterwards, many are stronger at the broken places.”
“Marriage to Fernando offered shelter and security, but the shackle was the price I'd pay.”
“There is something in the pang of change more than the heart can bear, unhappiness remembering happiness.”
“Soul's escaping through this hole that is gaping”
“Novembers days are thirty: Novembers earth is dirty, Those thirty days, from first to last; And the prettiest things on ground are the paths.... Few care for the mixture of earth and water, Twig, leaf, flint, thorn, Straw, feather, all that men scorn, Pounded up and sodden by flood, Condemned as mud.”
“I suppose each of us has his own fantasy of how he wants to die. I would like to go out in a blaze of glory, myself, or maybe simply disappear someday, far out in the heart of the wilderness I love, all by myself, alone with the Universe and whatever God may happen to be looking on. Disappear - and never return. That's my fantasy.”