432 Quotes About Melancholy

So that it must be only by the imagination that Satan has access to the soul, to tempt and delude it, or suggest anything to it. And this seems to be the reason why persons that are under the disease of melancholy are commonly so visibly and remarkably subject to the suggestions and temptations of Satan... Innumerable are the ways by which the mind may be led on to all kind of evil thoughts, by the exciting of external ideas in the imagination.

A hand-rolled cigarette to smoke,Another one bought from the store.If he lights one, his mind's lit upAnother one burns a hole..

I can barely conceive a type of beauty in which there is no melancholy.

Often it feels like I am breathing today only because a few years back I had no idea which nerve to cut...

Cut my life into pizzas. this is my plastic fork. oven baking, no breathing, dont give a fuck if its carbs that i'm eating' -Catherine Spann

Artists hide their identities in the brushstrokes of their paintings, the verses in their cantos, and the sentences in their novels. The true face of an artist is never on his face and this is what he prefers. Others misunderstand this displaced melancholy with an absence of melancholy.

We are sometimes dragged into a pit of unhappiness by someone else’s opinion that we do not look happy.

What’s imperceptible yet obsequiously felt is more disturbing than the gnawing presence of loneliness or pain or sorrow, a trenchant sensation of melancholy without any cause or reason, like a dark shadow that perches on the palms of one’s hand, but there’s no shadow, only the perception of an elusive memory, wafting tenderly inside the mind of a stranded soul. (— Danny Castillones Sillada, Wings of the Fog)

There exists, I grant you, a clinical depression, upon which certain remedies occasionally have effect; but there exists another kind, a melancholy underlying our very outbursts of gaiety and accompanying us everywhere, without leaving us alone for a single moment. And there is nothing that can rid us of this lethal omnipresence: the self forever confronting itself.– Cioran, E. (1986). Aveux et anathèmes. (pp. 110)