Melancholy

To the pure soul by Fancy's fire refined,When with the charm compared of heavenly melancholy.

— Melancholy

Melancholy sees the worst of things,—things as they may be, and not as they are. It looks upon a beautiful face, and sees but a grinning skull.

— Melancholy

Avoid melancholy with all your might. It hurts the service of God more than sin. Satan takes less pleasure in sin than in a man's melancholy over having sinned again and so feeling that he is a slave to sin. Thus the Evil One has caught the poor soul in the net of despair.

— Melancholy

All my griefs to this are jolly, Naught so damn'd as melancholy.

— Melancholy

All my joys to this are folly, Naught so sweet as melancholy.

— Melancholy

As melancholy as an unbraced drum.

— Melancholy

With eyes upraised, as one inspired, Pour'd through the mellow horn her pensive soul.

— Melancholy

Hence, all you vain delights, O sweetest melancholy!

— Melancholy

Tell us, pray, what devil Men into monsters.

— Melancholy

Melancholy Of body, but the mind's disease.

— Melancholy

I shall speak of … how melancholy and utopia preclude one another. How they fertilize one another … Of the revulsion that follows one insight and precedes the next … Of superabundance and surfeit. Of stasis and progress. And of myself, for whom melancholy and utopia are heads and tails of the same coin.

— Melancholy

Here rests his head upon the lap of earth, And Melancholy marked him for her own.

— Melancholy

There's not a string attuned to mirth But has its chord in melancholy.

— Melancholy

Employment, sir, and hardships, prevent melancholy.

— Melancholy

Moping melancholy, And moon-struck madness.

— Melancholy

Melancholic and lovable is the trick, right? You've got to be able to show that you have these feelings. In the game of life, you get these feelings and how you deal with those feelings. What you do when you are trying to deal with a melancholy. A melancholy can be sweet. It's not a mean thing, but it's something that happens in life — like autumn.

— Melancholy

Go—you may call it madness, folly, I would not, if I could, be gay!

— Melancholy

I can suck melancholy out of a song.

— Melancholy

O melancholy! Might easiliest harbour in?

— Melancholy

The greatest note of it is his melancholy.

— Melancholy

And melancholy is the nurse of frenzy.

— Melancholy

Never give way to melancholy; resist it steadily, for the habit will encroach.

— Melancholy

Hence, all you vain delights, Oh, sweetest melancholy!

— Melancholy