“I realize today that nothing in the world is more distasteful to a man than to take the path that leads to himself.”
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Melancholic Quotes — page 18 of 412
“I loved ghost stories, creaky staircases, stormy nights. If it guaranteed nightmares I read it by flashlight, after midnight.”
“All the king's horses and all the king's men can't put the past together again. So let's remember: Don't try to saw sawdust.”
“It is strange that the years teach us patience; that the shorter our time, the greater our capacity for waiting.”
“Its unfortunate and I really wish I wouldn't have to say this, but I really like human beings who have suffered. They're kinder.”
“Some of the greatest blues music is some of the darkest music you've ever heard.”
“A hundred things are done today in the divine name of Youth, that if they showed their true colors would be seen by rights to belong rather to old age.”
“There are no words that can tell the hidden spirit of the wilderness, that can reveal its mystery, its melancholy and its charm. There is a delight in the hardy life of the open... Apart from this, yet mingled with it, is the strong attraction of the silent places, of the large tropic moons, and the splendor of the new stars; where the wanderer sees the awful glory of sunrise and sunset in the wide waste spaces of the earth, unworn of man, and changed only by the slow change of the ages through time everlasting.”
“Once again there was the desert, and that only.”
“The happiness consists in realizing that it is all a great strange dream.”
“This is how to contemplate our conditioned existence in this fleeting world: Like a tiny drop of dew, or a bubble floating in a stream; Like a flash of lightning in a summer cloud, Or a flickering lamp, an illusion, a phantom, or a dream. So is all conditioned existence to be seen.”
“Very early in my life it was too late.”
“This is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks, Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight, Stand like Druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic, Stand like harpers hoar, with beards that rest on their bosoms. Loud from its rocky caverns, the deep-voiced neighboring ocean Speaks, and in accents disconsolate answers the wail of the forest.”
“So Spring comes merry towards me here, but earns No answering smile from me, whose life is twin'd With the dead boughs that winter still must bind, And whom today the Spring no more concerns. Behold, this crocus is a withering flame; This snowdrop, snow; this apple-blossom's part To breed the fruit that breeds the serpent's art. Nay, for these Spring-flowers, turn thy face from them, Nor stay till on the year's last lily-stem The white cup shrivels round the golden heart.”
“A friend of everyone is a friend of no one”
“Your past history and all of your hurts are no longer here in your physical reality. Don't allow them to be here in your mind, muddying your present moments. Your life is like a play with several acts. Some of the characters who enter have short roles to play, others, much longer. But all are necessary, otherwise they wouldn't be in the play. Embrace them all, and move on to the next act.”
“Elysian beauty, melancholy grace, Brought from a pensive though a happy place.”
“I sometimes seem to myself to wander around the world merely accumulating material for future nostalgias.”
“I feel all shadows of the universe multiplied deep inside my skin.”
“I have this table in my new house. They put this table in without asking. It was some weird nouveau riche marble table, and I hated it. But it was literally so heavy that it took a crane to move it. We would try to set up different things around it, but it never really worked. I realized that table was my ego. No matter what you put around it, under it, no matter who photographed it, the douchebaggery would always come through.”