#melancholy

She seemed imprisoned in her sadness. ↗

— Sena Jeter Naslund

#melancholy

I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano! ↗

— William Shakespeare

#melancholy #melancholy

I wish to cry. Yet, I laugh, and my lipstick leaves a red stain like a bloody crescent moon on the top of the beer can. ↗

— Sylvia Plath

#sadness #melancholy

Consider the cattle, grazing as they pass you by. They do not know what is meant by yesterday or today, they leap about, eat, rest, digest, leap about again, and so from morn till night and from day to day, fettered to the moment and its pleasure or displeasure, and thus neither melancholy nor bored. [...] A human being may well ask an animal: 'Why do you not speak to me of your happiness but only stand and gaze at me?' The animal would like to answer, and say, 'The reason is I always forget what I was going to say' - but then he forgot this answer too, and stayed silent. ↗

— Friedrich Nietzsche

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All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another. ↗

— Anatole France

#another #before #behind #changes #die

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 ↗

— Catherine Spann

#food #love #melancholy #poetry #sad

In such a diversity it was impossible I should be disposed to melancholy. ↗

— Daniel Boone

#diversity #i #impossible #melancholy #should

A commencement is a time of joy. It is also a time of melancholy. But then again, so is life. ↗

— Paul Tsongas

#also #commencement #joy #life #melancholy

I'd like to die listening to a piece of music. I imagine this as so easy, so natural, but naturally it's quite impossible. Notes stab too softly. The wounds they leave behind may smart, but they don't fester. Melancholy and pain trickle out instead of blood. When the notes cease, all is peaceful within me again. ↗

— Robert Walser

#melancholy #music #pain #death

We may smile at these matters, but they are melancholy illustrations. ↗

— Joseph Howe

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