Memories Of My Melancholy Quotes

#1. Under the burning sun on the street I began to feel the weight of my ninety years, and to count minute by minute the minutes of the nights I had left before I died.

Gabriel Garcia Marquez

#2. A park like this resembles a large, silent, isolated room. In fact it's always Sunday in a park, by the way, for it's always a bit melancholy, and the melancholy stirs up vivid memories of home, and Sunday is something that only ever existed at home, where you were a child.

Robert Walser

#3. Gaiety is forgetfulness of the self, melancholy is memory of the self: in that state the soul feels all the power of its roots, nothing distracts it from its profound homeland and the look that it casts upon the outer world is gently dismayed.

Adrienne Monnier

#4. She smiles, and her eyes look as if they can see back into her memory, into all the things that have gone into making a person what they are.

Lois Lowry

#5. They say that no one's gonna play this on the radio. They said the melancholy blues were dead and gone. But only songs like these played in minor keys, keep those memories holding on.

Billy Joel

#6. Memories bring with them a devil called melancholy - oh, cruel demon that I cannot escape. Hearing

Paulo Coelho

#7. Sentimental outbreaks are like liquorice; when first you suck it, it's not bad, but afterwards it leaves a very nasty taste in the mouth.

Ivan Turgenev

#8. At one point, she said after a while, at one point we thought we might raise silkworms in one of the empty rooms. But then we never did. Oh, for the countless things one fails to do!

W.G. Sebald

#9. Autumn is a fleeting season, melancholy by nature. Its ghostly beauty cultivates a fertile atmosphere for memories that wrote their history on a tablet of fallen leaves - I recall them with the greatest clarity... Whatever else autumn may be, it is the prophet of winter. Winter lasts forever.

Brian P. Easton

#10. My world is a million shattered pieces put together, glued by my tears, where each piece is nothing but a reflection of YOU.

Sanhita Baruah

#11. Memories come back, pressing in on you, like ghost faces in the darkness pushing up the glass, trying to get into the lit room.

Julia Green

#12. The body is a museum for memories. I am the Smithsonian.

Wheston Chancellor Grove

#13. A pretext-not a cause-is sufficient for us to enter the "solitary situation", the situation of the dreaming solitude. In this solitude, memories arrange themselves in tableaux. Decor takes precedence over drama. Sad memories take on at least the peace of melancholy.

Gaston Bachelard

#14. Ah, me, if this is love, then how it torments.

Gabriel Garcia Marquez

#15. Unlike the summer sun,
my life has started to fade
Forsaken by the memories of thee,
which once shone like the jade.
My eyes elude the moist fear,
and are now as dry as hay
Melancholy cries are all I hear,
'Will you be there?' I daresay!

Supriya Kaur Dhaliwal

#16. And truths, these days, are spoken
The same way promises are made,
With gritted teeth and crossed fingers.

Sanhita Baruah