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  • #1
    Daniel Keyes
    “I don’t know what’s worse: to not know what you are and be happy, or to become what you’ve always wanted to be, and feel alone.”
    Daniel Keyes, Flowers for Algernon

  • #2
    Edgar Allan Poe
    “I felt that I breathed an atmosphere of sorrow.”
    Edgar Allan Poe

  • #3
    Søren Kierkegaard
    “What if everything in the world were a misunderstanding, what if laughter were really tears?”
    Soren Kierkegaard

  • #4
    Ray Bradbury
    “I went to bed and woke in the middle of the night thinking I heard someone cry, thinking I myself was weeping, and I felt my face and it was dry.

    Then I looked at the window and thought: Why, yes, it's just the rain, the rain, always the rain, and turned over, sadder still, and fumbled about for my dripping sleep and tried to slip it back on.”
    Ray Bradbury, Green Shadows, White Whale

  • #5
    Emilie Autumn
    “I am my heart’s undertaker. Daily I go and retrieve its tattered remains, place them delicately into its little coffin, and bury it in the depths of my memory, only to have to do it all again tomorrow.”
    Emilie Autumn, The Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girls

  • #6
    Scott Turow
    “Nobody ever gets what they want when it comes to love.”
    Scott Turow

  • #7
    Sylvia Plath
    “I laugh, and my lipstick leaves a red stain like a bloody crescent moon on the top of the beer can.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

  • #8
    Christina Rossetti
    “Lie still, lie still, my breaking heart;
    My silent heart, lie still and break:
    Life, and the world, and mine own self, are changed
    For a dream's sake.”
    Christina Rossetti

  • #9
    Sanober  Khan
    “i have laughed
    more than daffodils
    and cried more than June.”
    Sanober Khan

  • #10
    Sena Jeter Naslund
    “She seemed imprisoned in her sadness.”
    Sena Jeter Naslund, Four Spirits

  • #11
    Mircea Eliade
    “And I realize how useless wails are and how gratuitous melancholy is.”
    Mircea Eliade, Le Roman de l'adolescent myope

  • #12
    Karen Quan
    “I'll use the blood from my spilling heart to write the words that were never able to slip out of my mouth, so you can see how much you've broken me into a perpetual state of melancholy.”
    Karen Quan, Write like no one is reading

  • #13
    Jean Rhys
    “Everything tender and melancholy - as life is sometimes, just for one moment.”
    Jean Rhys, Good Morning, Midnight

  • #14
    Munia Khan
    “Some pain has no relief,it can only be sealed
    You can grasp the wound to feel the scar unhealed.”
    Munia Khan

  • #15
    “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

  • #16
    Stephen  King
    “Rightly tired of the pain İ hear and feel, boss... where we's comin from or goin to or why... If İ could end it, İ would. But İ can't.”
    stephen king, The Green Mile

  • #17
    Roger Zelazny
    “Then you must reconcile yourself to the fact that something is always hurt by any change. If you do this, you will not be hurt yourself.”
    Roger Zelazny, Power & Light

  • #18
    William Shakespeare
    “To die, - To sleep, - To sleep!
    Perchance to dream: - ay, there's the rub;
    For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
    When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
    Must give us pause: there's the respect
    That makes calamity of so long life;”
    William Shakespeare, Hamlet

  • #19
    Dodie Smith
    “A mist is rolling over the fields. Why is a summer mist romantic and autumn mist just sad?”
    Dodie Smith, I Capture the Castle

  • #20
    “I heard you were a player , okay , lets play a game.

    We'll flirt, play fights, talk 24/7, say goodmorning and goodnight every day, give each other nicknames, hang out, talk on the phone for hours, take cute pictures together, make promises to each other and hold each other.

    And whoever falls in love first, loses.”
    ST221

  • #21
    Rupert Brooke
    “Ah God! to see the branches stir
    Across the moon at Grantchester!
    To smell the thrilling-sweet and rotten
    Unforgettable, unforgotten
    River-smell, and hear the breeze
    Sobbing in the little trees.
    Say, do the elm-clumps greatly stand
    Still guardians of that holy land?
    The chestnuts shade, in reverend dream,
    The yet unacademic stream
    Is dawn a secret shy and cold
    Anadyomene, silver-gold?
    And sunset still a golden sea
    From Haslingfield to Madingley?
    And after, ere the night is born,
    Do hares come out about the corn?
    Oh, is the water sweet and cool,
    Gentle and brown, above the pool?
    And laughs the immortal river still
    Under the mill, under the mill?
    Say, is there Beauty yet to find?
    And Certainty? and Quiet kind?
    Deep meadows yet, for to forget
    The lies, and truths, and pain?… oh! yet
    Stands the Church clock at ten to three?
    And is there honey still for tea?”
    Rupert Brooke, The old vicarage, Grantchester

  • #22
    Nancy Mitford
    “He was the great love of her life you know.'
    'Oh, dulling,' said my mother, sadly, 'One always thinks that. Every, every time.”
    Nancy Mitford, The Pursuit of Love

  • #23
    Dan Simmons
    “Men who read a lot have a more sensitive disposition, added Fowler. [...]

    I did not know what to say to this.

    Maybe reading is a sort of curse is all I mean, concluded Fowler. Maybe it's better for a man to stay inside his own mind.

    Amen, I felt like saying, although I do not know why.”
    Dan Simmons, The Terror

  • #24
    Dan Simmons
    “The words sounded like a mournful incantation.”
    Dan Simmons, The Terror

  • #25
    Virginia Woolf
    “Poor little place,' he murmured with a sigh.

    She heard him. He said the most melancholy things, but she noticed that directly he had said them he always seemed more cheerful than usual. All this phrase-making was a game, she thought, for if she had said half what he said, she would have blown her brains out by now.”
    Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse

  • #26
    Ştefan Bolea
    “I feel as if I had been born dead under
    American bombardment.”
    Stefan Bolea, Gothic

  • #27
    Thomas Hardy
    “Well, here I am, just come home; a fellow gone to the bad; though I had the best intentions in the world at one time. Now I am melancholy mad, what with drinking and one thing and another.”
    Thomas Hardy, Jude the Obscure

  • #28
    Ray Bradbury
    “The zipper displaces the button and a man lacks just that much time to think while dressing at dawn, a philosophical hour, and thus a melancholy hour.”
    Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

  • #29
    Gwendolyn Brooks
    “We are things of dry hours and the involuntary plan,
    Grayed in, and gray.”
    Gwendolyn Brooks, Selected Poems

  • #30
    “We seek to escape the dark cave of a despondent mind by either dulling oneself mentally or through imaginative acts. One form of escapism is daydreaming.”
    Kilroy J. Oldster, Dead Toad Scrolls



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