Alexandre Dumas Quotes

One can't help but be a bit melancholy when you see how the world has changed, and I don't mean that nostalgically.

And your own life while it's happening to you never has any atmosphere until it's a memory.

All my life, Following Care along the dusty road, Have I looked back on loveliness and sighed.

Melancholy is kind of sweet sometimes, I think. It's not a negative thing. It's not a mean thing. It's just something that happens in life, like autumn.

So in the heart, When, fading slowly down the past, Fond memories depart, And each that leaves it seems the last; Long after all the rest are flown, Returns a solitary tone,— The after-echo of departed years,— And touches all the soul to tears.

When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought.

Long ago, long ago. The simple things come back to us. They rest for a moment by our ribcages then suddenly reach in and twist our hearts a notch backward.

It's nine o'clock on a Saturday, the regular crowd shuffles in / There's an old man sitting next to me making love to his tonic and gin / He says, 'Son, can you play me a memory?/ I'm not really sure how it goes / But it's sad and it's sweet, and I knew it complete when I wore a younger man's clothes.'

I couldn’t help but think about school and everything else ending. I liked standing just outside the couches and watching them—it was a kind of sad I didn’t mind, and so I just listened, letting all the happiness and the sadness of this ending swirl around in me, each sharpening the other. For the longest time, it felt kind of like my chest was cracking open, but not precisely in an unpleasant way.

Sometimes when I play that old six-string, I think about you, wonder what went wrong.

Ah, tell me not that memory sheds gladness o'er the past, what is recalled by faded flowers, save that they did not last?

Music evokes so many feelings in us, memories, nostalgia, things that are connected to our past.

Well the country songs themselves are three-chord stories, ballads which are mostly sad. If you are already feeling sorry for yourself when you listen to them they will take you to an even sadder place.

It's the poignancy and sadness in things that gets to me.

We all like stories that make us cry. It's so nice to feel sad when you've nothing in particular to feel sad about.

All the best songs have an element of sadness.

Mournful and Never-ending Remembrance.

…she remembered watching a summer sunset from this very spot. Not so long ago; just a lifetime.

Memory is the best of all gardens. Therein, winter and summer, the seeds of their past lie dormant, ready to spring into instant bloom at any moment the mind wishes to bring them to life.

But I saw the pain and sadness in everything, and swirled it round my mouth like a fine wine.

Nothing recalls the past like music.

Doesn't one always think of the past, in a garden with men and women lying under the trees? Aren't they one's past, all that remains of it, those men and women, those ghosts lying under the trees ... one's happiness, one's reality?

You see, one loves the sunset when one is so sad.

And I began to feel sorry for myself; for so many years, my drawer full of memories had held the same old stories.