Man could not live if he were entirely impervious to sadness. Many sorrows can be endured only by being embraced, and the pleasure taken in them naturally has a somewhat melancholy character. So, melancholy is morbid only when it occupies too much place in life; but it is equally morbid for it to be wholly excluded from life.
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To banish cares, scare away sorrow and soothe pain is the business of the poet and singer.
To banish cares, scare away sorrow and soothe pain is the business of the poet and singer.
When we suffer anguish we return to early childhood because that is the period in which we first learnt to read more
When we suffer anguish we return to early childhood because that is the period in which we first learnt to suffer the experience of total loss. It was more than that. It was the period in which we suffered more total losses than in all the rest of our life put together.
Tearless grief bleeds inwardly.
Tearless grief bleeds inwardly.
Life is a jest; and all things show it.
I thought so once; but now I know it.
Life is a jest; and all things show it.
I thought so once; but now I know it.
Ugliness is in a way superior to beauty because it lasts.
Ugliness is in a way superior to beauty because it lasts.
Happiness is as a butterfly which, when pursued, is always beyond our grasp, but which if you will sit down read more
Happiness is as a butterfly which, when pursued, is always beyond our grasp, but which if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you.
Melancholy is sadness that has taken on lightness
Melancholy is sadness that has taken on lightness
Well, there's no one at all, they do be saying, but is deserving of some punishment from the very minute read more
Well, there's no one at all, they do be saying, but is deserving of some punishment from the very minute of his birth.
Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow--
You are not read more
Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow--
You are not wrong who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
