“Why is it that all men who are outstanding in philosophy, poetry or the arts are melancholic?”
Melancholic feeling
Melancholic Quotes — page 82 of 412
“Wretched, ephemeral race, children of chance and tribulation, why do you force me to tell you the very thing which it would be most profitable for you not to hear? The very best thing is utterly beyond your reach: not to have been born, not to be, to be nothing. However, the second best thing for you is: to die soon.”
“Its haunting to realize that half of the languages of the world are teetering on the brink of extinction.”
“Man passes away; his name perishes from record and recollection; his history is as a tale that is told, and his very monument becomes a ruin.”
“Now the melancholy of God protect thee, and the tailor make thy doublet of changable taffata, for thy mind is a very opal. I would have men of such constancy put to sea, that their business might be everything, and their intent everywhere, for that's it, that always makes a good voyage of nothing.”
“I don't get depressed; I grow a tumor instead.”
“Life is a tragedy filled with suffering and despair and yet some people do manage to avoid jury duty.”
“The study of economy usually shows us that the best time for purchase was last year.”
“When I vacate this sack of old bones I won't care what you do with it. Bury or burn it but don't make much fuss.”
“Melancholy is the pleasure of being sad.”
“I exist," murmurs someone whose name is Everyone. "I'm young and in love; I am old and I want rest; I work, I prosper, I do good business, I have houses to rent, money in State Securities; I am happy, I have wife and children; I like all these things and I want to go on living, so leave me alone."... There are moments when all this casts a deep chill on the large-minded pioneers of the human race.”
“And truly it little matters what I say, this or that or any other thing. Saying is inventing. Wrong, very rightly wrong. You invent nothing, you think you are inventing, you think you are escaping, and all you do is stammer out your lesson, the remnants of a pensum one day got by heart and long forgotten, life without tears, as it is wept.”
“I, of whom I know nothing, I know my eyes are open, because of the tears that pour from them unceasingly.”
“Sunday neurosis, that kind of depression which afflicts people who become aware of the lack of content in their lives when the rush of the busy week is over and the void within themselves becomes manifest.”
“Both she and I have grief enough and trouble enough, but as for regrets – neither of us have any.”
“A conglomerate heap of trash, that's what I am. But it burns with a high flame.”
“I cannot go on.... All that I have written seems to me like so much straw compared to what I have seen and what has been revealed to me.”
“War...is as much a punishment to the punisher as to the sufferer.”
“The pleasure of sin is soon gone, but the sting remains.”
“I really wanted to emphasize the idea of the women being isolated and abandoned . . . and they weren't raised to take care of themselves, so they had to learn to survive.”