“Every moment of life is the last, every poem is a death poem.”
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Melancholic Quotes — page 46 of 412
“I have spent my life laboriously doing nothing.”
“If the Church is not Making Disciples, then all the cathedrals, clergy, missions, sermons, even the Bible, are a waste of time.”
“A good Soul hath neither too great joy, nor too great sorrow: for it rejoiceth in goodness; and it sorroweth in wickedness. By the means whereof, when it beholdeth all things, and seeth the good and bad so mingled together, it can neither rejoice greatly; nor be grieved with over much sorrow.”
“Ennui is the echo in us of time tearing itself apart.”
“Intellectuals are hindered on the way to being, by their narcissism.”
“Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintry light.”
“A great empire and little minds go ill together.”
“The more perfect a thing is, the more susceptible to good and bad treatment it is.”
“I think when you’re young you should be a lot with yourself and your sufferings. Then one day you get out where the sun shines and the rain rains and the snow snows and it all comes together.”
“A woman has the age she deserves.”
“We have been basically persuaded that we should not talk about racism.”
“I guess the kid had everything but the luck.”
“Roaming in thought over the Universe, I saw the little that is Good steadily hastening towards immortality, And the vast all that is called Evil I saw hastening to merge itself and become lost and dead.”
“At a certain point, if you chase two rabbits, you lose them both.”
“It was not always easy because I was always an individual and found it difficult to be one of a group.”
“August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time.”
“Poetry, in the past, was the center of our society, but with modernity it has retreated to the outskirts. I think the exile of poetry is also the exile of the best of humankind.”
“There is no law that gods must be fair, Achilles,” Chiron said. “And perhaps it is the greater grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone. Do you think?”
“Desire makes everything blossom; possession makes everything wither and fade.”