“Neither the sun nor death can be looked at steadily.”
Melancholic feeling
Melancholic Quotes — page 214 of 412
“To safeguard one's health at the cost of too strict a diet is a tiresome illness, indeed.”
“Weakness is the only fault that is incorrigible.”
“I volunteered on a farming community in Israel for two years when I was a teenager. One of the jobs involved clearing out a massive warehouse full of chickens ready for the abattoir. The smell of 40,000 chickens in 45C is awful.”
“I acquired that drinker's face before I drank. Drink only confirmed it. The space for it existed in me.”
“I often yearn to regress into a state that's slightly more atavistic than my decades of conditioning generally allow, but it's difficult to let go of those reigns.”
“The most intolerable pain is produced by prolonging the keenest pleasure.”
“All my life affection has been showered upon me, and every forward step I have made has been taken in spite of it.”
“When I was young I used to read about the decline of Western civilization, and I decided it was something I would like to make a contribution to.”
“It is an uneasy lot at best, to be what we call highly taught and yet not to enjoy: to be present at this great spectacle of life and never to be liberated from a small hungry shivering self.”
“Is not this a true autumn day? Just the still melancholy that I love - that makes life and nature harmonise. The birds are consulting about their migrations, the trees are putting on the hectic or the pallid hues of decay, and begin to strew the ground, that one's very footsteps may not disturb the repose of earth and air, while they give us a scent that is a perfect anodyne to the restless spirit. Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.”
“That is the bitterest of all,--to wear the yoke of our own wrong-doing.”
“We have all our secret sins; and if we knew ourselves we should not judge each other harshly.”
“There is no hour that has not its births of gladness and despair, no morning brightness that does not bring new sickness to desolation as well as new forces to genius and love. There are so many of us, and our lots are so different, what wonder that Nature's mood is often in harsh contrast with the great crisis of our lives?”
“There is much pain that is quite noiseless; and vibrations that make human agonies are often a mere whisper in the roar of hurrying existence.”
“Family likeness has often a deep sadness in it.”
“Every man's work, pursued steadily, tends to become an end in itself, and so to bridge over the loveless chasms of his life.”
“Perhaps the wind Wails so in winter for the summers dead, And all sad sounds are nature's funeral cries For what has been and is not.”
“Melodies die out, like the pipe of Pan, with the ears that love them and listen for them.”
“Men and women are but children of a larger growth.”