432 Quotes About Melancholy

  • Author Antoine B. Daniel
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    These legends,' murmured Pizarro, 'which of us can say if they're true or not? So many memories come to as though from out of the fog. Sometimes I wake up in the morning convinced that I'm in my village in my beloved Extramadura, making a bell, absolutely sure that that's what I've done all my life. Then I remember where I am, and what I've seen, and I become old again.

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  • Author Kristian Bergquist
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    jeg trenger en historisk trøst, ah,problemet er hos meg primært, jeg tenker for mye,og jeg trodde det var sånn jeg ble smart, men sånnblir jeg melankolsk, hei og hå, det ser mørkt ut nå

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  • Author BinYamin Gulzar
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    For me not to be insane , I had to be either sedated by my “ happy pill” or be activated by my hyper work mode. These were the only two responses my mind was known to react. Everything in between was a mundane distraction. A numb bliss , that annihilated everything rational that ever existed in my universe.

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  • Author BinYamin Gulzar
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    For me not to be insane , I had to be either sedated by my “ happy pill” or be activated by my hyper work mode. These were the only two responses my mind was known to react. Everything in between was a mundane distraction. A numb bliss , that annihilated everything rational that ever existed my universe.

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  • Author Gellu Naum
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    Era un pustiu în mine, fără sfârșit; șuiera vântul, ardea soarele Saharei în mine, mă acoperea nisipul. Era urât și rău în mine, aș fi preferat să mor de o mie de ori ca să nu mai simt pustiul acela.

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  • Author Louis Paul Boon
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    En als de vliegers weg zijn dan is het droefste in uw leven dat ge zooveel menschen hebt gekend, en dat ge die nooit meer zult horen of zien.

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  • Author John Clare
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    I am - yet what I am none cares or knows;My friends forsake me like a memory lost:I am the self-consumer of my woes-They rise and vanish in oblivious hostLike shadows in love's frenzied stifled throesAnd yet I am, and live - like vapours tossed

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