One of the most melancholy consequences of this habit of deferring to other nations, and to other systems, is the fact that it causes us to undervalue the high blessings we so peculiarly enjoy; to render us ungrateful towards God, and to make us unjust to our fellow men, by throwing obstacles in their progress towards liberty.
The most melancholy of human reflections, perhaps, is that, on the whole, it is a question whether the benevolence of mankind does most good or harm.
As a remedy against all ills - poverty, sickness, and melancholy - only one thing is absolutely necessary: a liking for work
Dance music-as I keep saying, you can dance to a windshield wiper. . . a windshield wiper that's fairly steady gives you a beat and all you need is an out-of-tune playing 'Melancholy Baby' and you've got dance music.
Wise men mingle mirth with their cares, as a help either to forget or overcome them; but to resort to intoxication for the ease of one's mind is to cure melancholy by madness.
Time brought resignation and a melancholy sweeter than common joy.
There can be no very black melancholy to him who lives in the midst of Nature and has his senses still.
Moping melancholy And moon-struck madness.
Aristoteles quidem ait: 'Omnes ingeniosos melancholicos esse. ' Aristotle says that all men of genius are melancholy.
Mexico. Melancholy, profoundly right and wrong, it embraces as it strangulates.
I don't know why I write really depressing songs. I'm a kind of melancholy guy, I suppose. But I figure I'm about normal.
I have of late--but wherefore I know not--lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercise.
I see nothing for the treatment of my misery but the melancholy and very local palliative of articulate art.
Work saves us from melancholy. Pleasure exposes us to it.
The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods and meadows brown and sear.
There is a gravity which is not austere nor captious, which belongs not to melancholy nor dwells in contraction of heart: but arises from tenderness and hangs upon reflection.
Vague a l'ame — melancholy yearning for the end of the world.
I love the autumn for its sense of melancholy seems to strike my need for sadness. There is poetry in the dying of the year and mystery as well.
There's little of the melancholy element in her, my lord: she is never sad but when she sleeps; and not ever sad then; for I have heard my daughter say, she hath often dreamt of unhappiness, and waked herself with laughing.
Your melancholy. Or depression. Along with nine-tenths of the afflictions I've studied, diagnosed, attempted to treat. Call them whatever you like, but they're just different names for loneliness. That's what lets the darkness in. That's what you have to fight.