“Still she haunts me, phantomwise, Alice moving under skies Never seen by waking eyes.”
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Melancholic Quotes — page 219 of 412
“I have always had a bad memory, as far back as I can remember.”
“I don't want to stop acting, but acting in some ways is a young man's game.”
“Who knows whither the clouds have fled? In the unscarred heaven they leave no wake; And the eyes forget the tears they have shed, The heart forgets its sorrow and ache.”
“Sorrow is the great idealizer.”
“If youth be a defect, it is one that we outgrow only too soon.”
“Most long lives resemble those threads of gossamer, the nearest approach to nothing unmeaningly prolonged, scarce visible pathways of some worm from his cradle to his grave.”
“The blues is losing someone you love and not having enough money to immerse yourself in drink.”
“Spending time in Calcutta [India] really did a number on me. The way life and death are almost the same thing, the way poverty is dealt with, the sheer number of dead bodies you see, it's all pretty overwhelming.”
“I have come to regard November as the older, harder man's October. I appreciate the early darkness and cooler temperatures. It puts my mind in a different place than October. It is a month for a quieter, slightly more subdued celebration of summer's death as winter tightens its grip.”
“As a teen, I heard the second Velvet Underground album, 'White Light/White Heat,' and it was too much for my limited scope of appreciation. It was intense, but I didn't get it.”
“August, the summer's last messenger of misery, is a hollow actor.”
“It is folly to pretend that one ever wholly recovers from a disappointed passion. Such wounds always leave a scar. There are faces I can never look upon without emotion, there are names I can never hear spoken without almost starting.”
“There is no flock, however watched and tended, but one dead lamb is there! There is no fireside howsoe'er defended, but has one vacant chair.”
“The morning breaks; the steeds in their stalls Stamp and neigh, as the hostler calls; The day returns, but nevermore Returns the traveler to the shore, And the tide rises, the tide falls.”
“I saw the long line of the vacant shore, The sea-weed and the shells upon the sand, And the brown rocks left bare on every hand, As if the ebbing tide would flow no more.”
“And when the echoes had ceased, like a sense of pain was the silence.”
“In solitude there grows what anyone brings into it, the inner beast too. Therefore solitude is inadvisable to many.”
“Lust and self-mutilation are closely related impulses. There are also self-mutilators among knowers: they do not want to be creators under any circumstances.”
“The empty, the one, the unmoved, the full, satiation, wanting nothing--that would be my evil: in short, dreamless sleep.”