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But the truth is that I'm gloomy - gloomier than I ever was during the war. Everything is so broken, Sophie: the roads, the buildings, the people. Especially the people.
Happyish. Well, happyish isn't so bad.'
'It's the most we can hope for.
I am a melancholy type of person.
Sorrow's faded form, and solitude behind.
Sound seemed muted, and night darker, scent and taste dulled. It was as if the world had been robbed of its brightness. He had left me behind to dwell alone in a dimmed and stale place.
I feel like a man standing at the mouth of an old mine-shaft that is full of cave-ins waiting to happen, standing there and saying goodbye to the daylight.
me an annoyed frown.
His sunrise mood evaporated with the dew, giving way to restlessness, disquiet. All his life, Lucius's moods had been prey to shifts of light, and now a leaden melancholy dragged at his spirits.
A tender sadness drops upon my soul, like the soft twilight dropping on the world.
The remainder of the afternoon went by in the gentle gloom that descends when relatives appear ...
Any rainy summer morning, of course, has the seeds of gloomy alienation sown in. But a rainy summer morning far from home - when your personal clouds don't move but hang - can easily produce the feeling of the world as seen from the grave. This I know.
Despair wishes their hope diminishes.
It was another dark and windy night. Like so many others.
Those who have no hope pass their old age shrouded with an inward gloom.
Misery crouches beside me, ever larger and ever gentler; pain takes an interest, becomes huge and kind; terror flutters up, and it doesn't even frighten me anymore. And that'a the most desolate thing of all.
A hopeful, bright beginning, and a bloody, red sunset. Just like every day.
What would writing be without a bit of melancholy?
Cold, like swallowed tears.
Soon the evening gloom would materialize, infect the fibre-filled air, drape itself over her bed, depress her from now till morning.
The gloomy and the resentful are always found among those who have nothing to do or who do nothing.
Despair dragged at me like an anchor, pulling me down. I closed my eyes and retreated to some dim place within, where there was nothing but an aching grey blankness ...
The sun that brief December day Rose cheerless over hills of gray, And, darkly circled, gave at noon A sadder light than waning moon.
It's a brooding melancholy that haunts me.
I felt dull and flat and full of shattered visions.
She tried to sound casual and upbeat but in her heart she felt a sudden bleakness.
In her eyes shone the sweetness of melancholy.
I was feeling low. Low is the depressive's euphemism for despair.
I had a dejected, brooding expression on my face, and I
could tell from the reflection in the window that it was also
an intriguing expression.
You are always foreboding gloomy things!" said the others. "Anything from floods to poisoned fish. Think of something cheerful!
to a perfectly terrible day.
I'm fine, she said. But her smile was bleak, without light or warmth. And for the first time I thought of what it must be like to know that you were going to die, that the trees would bud, flower, leaf, dry, die, and you would not be there to see any of it.
Life's a gloomy puddle, until you start jumping in it.
Despair was a heavy blackness that let no light in or out. It was a hell beyond expression.
I was born with gloomy nature. I do not think I have ever known what it is to be cheerful and at ease.
A dead look in her eye, a thin grimace to her lips, a sick pallor to her skin that spoke of despair
As ofttimes as it rains on my little spot of earth, you'd think I'd grow accustomed to the gloom.
Sorrow was my constant companion, even though I no longer wept. It was the shadow that followed me on sunny days, the weight pressing down upon my spirits on cloudy ones.
Now her smile was like the bleakness of the sun in a cold winter sky. It gave light but no warmth, perhaps because there was no matching warmth in her eyes.
I had melancholy thoughts...
a strangeness in my mind,
A feeling that I was not for that hour,
Nor for that place.
There is a melancholy which accompanies all enthusiasm.
Unhappy is a nice word.
I love bleak things.
sorrow and despair. All too many
I set down in a chair by the window and tried to think of something cheerful, but it warn't no use. I felt so lonesome I most wished I was dead.
There are days when I am haunted by a feeling that is blacker than the blackest melancholy. I have a contempt for humanity. I despise the people I have been fated to call my contemporaries. I feel suffocated by their filthy breath.
Bitter, bitter, this desolation of angels.
In his dark eyes was a deep misery which he wore with the same ease and pleasantness as he wore his close-sitting clothes.
I merely feel emptyness. A hollow of dead brush where flowers use to bloom.
All these many-coloured feelings fell... like light on a black surface, producing no change, meeting no return.
Despair busies one, and my weekend was spoken for. I was going to lie down on the floor of my apartment in the draft of the air conditioner and spend two days and nights traveling a circuit of regret, self-pity, and jealousy.
To toil, to think, to long, to grieve,
Is such my future fate?
The morn was dreary, must the eve
Be also desolate?
All dark and comfortless.
I felt sad, happy, content.
You will be melancholy, if you are solitary.
Cheerfulness is as natural to the heart of a man in strong health as color to his cheek; and wherever there is habitual gloom there must be either bad air, unwholesome food, improperly severe labor, or erring habits of life.
Happy,Free,Confused,Lonley at the same timeTime-- Taylor Swift
She had an emptiness in her eyes like a ghost tired of haunting.
so heavy with sorrow , so full of pain
Sadness was a very heavy thing.
A day becomes gloomy if there are no smiles. Smile to light up the world!
The morning was so damp and misty
His sadness was almost palpable, like moisture in the air before it rains. Although this was Manchester, it was probably about to rain anyway.
There was a sadness just beneath the surface of his pleasant expression. It drifted across his face like a ghost moving through the vacant rooms of an empty house.
Night's candles have burned out, and jocund day stands tiptoe on the misty mountaintops. Hope tinged with melancholy - like life.
Frightfully pale and perpetually odd
My life," she said dramatically, with her eyes closed, "is one heaping bowl of warmed-over despair, seasoned with equal dashes of aggravation and angst!
This is both a gloomy and a hopeful book.
Forgive me for being chipper, but despair is desperately dull.
Melancholy is sadness that has taken on lightness.
Darkness there, and nothing more.
cheery as a cherrio
If a man be gloomy let him keep to himself. No one has the right to go croaking about society, or what is worse, looking as if he stifled grief.
If I don't seem as depressed or morose as I should be, sorry to disappoint you.
I am neither sad nor cheerful; the air here fills
one with a kind of vague excitement and induces a
state as far removed from cheerfulness as it is from
sorrow; perhaps it is happiness.
I didn't feel anything but a bone-deep weariness. Like I was suddenly a hundred years old, and I knew at that moment I would have to live a hundred more years, carrying my grief around like a backpack full of stones.
My heart was closed. Cold.
I was self-conscious and cynical.
Sombre and rich, the skies;
Great glooms, and starry plains.
Gently the night wind sighs;
Else a vast silence reigns.
The bar was stuffy and melancholy. It was full of the sadness inherent in all deracinated things.
His eyes looked sad, like the ocean before a big storm.
I was not sorrowful, but only tired
Of everything that ever I desired.
The night sky was dark and cloudy and felt very much like her weeping heart.
Literature must always be about gloom of one sort or another, on the principal that there is nothing interesting to be said about happy people.
I wonder whether my bleak-o-meter is set differently from other people's.
Life seems like a haunted wood, where we tremble and crouch and cry.
His face was smiling, his eyes glittered in the late autumn moonlight, and he emitted a flickering aura that might have triggered seizures in an impartial but sensitive child, and yet he was strangely depressed.
a deep smothering emptiness
Dark clouds may hang on me sometimes, but I'll work it out ...
Naught so sweet as melancholy.
All things are dark to sorrow.
There, in the spaces between darkness and light, a sadness hangs in the air, invisible to the human eye yet heavy on the heart.
I prefer the gloominess to the sun. I don't know why.
My life has become a dismal sigh fettered by pangs of grief and anguished weeping.
The day is dark and cold and dreary; it rains, and the wind is never weary.
Eyes as dark as her heart and as empty as her soul
The air is still and freezing cold. The sky is a perfect, pale blue. The sun has just risen, weak and watery-looking, like it has just spilled itself over the horizon and it's too lazy to clean itself up.
perplexed, but not driven to despair.
Autumn clouds, vague and obscure; The evening, lonely and chill. I felt the dampness on my garments, But saw no spot, and heard no sound of rain.
O dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon,
Irrecoverably dark, total eclipse
Without all hope of day!
I am a sanguinely optimistic person, I see the bright side, the silver lining, a half-full glass. Hence, my day is always sunny even though the sky foreboding.
Don't be gloomy. Even if you are not happy, put a smile on your face. [Life is about] joy, ... something to be happy and excited about.