Steven Wilson Quotes

Nothing's so dainty sweet as lovely melancholy.

I'm very much drawn to melancholy and those kinds of emotions.

My songs have a layer of melancholy.

That is why I write - to try to turn sadness into longing, solitude into remembrance.

There's a lot of melancholy in my tracks.

My favorite songs to sing have always been songs about regret. I don't know why that is, but to me, that's country music.

There is no greater sorrow Than to be mindful of the happy time In misery

I think I was kind of melancholy as a kid. I spent a lot of time inside my own head, a lot of time sort of staring into space wondering the hell was going on.

As a boy and even now, I am wont to melancholy. I do, probably once a day, experience a sincere heartbreak.

All the best songs have an element of sadness.

I've had an amazing life, but I think I was born with a little bit of sadness in me. I've always been attracted to those things, whether it's sad movies, sad music... when you're sad, you feel everything in a greater way than you do when you're happy.

Melancholy is sadness that has taken on lightness.

The human heart has a sigh lonelier than the cry of the bittern.

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

One day," you said to me, "I saw the sunset forty-four times!" And a little later you added: "You know-- one loves the sunset, when one is so sad..." "Were you so sad, then?" I asked, "on the day of the forty-four sunsets?" But the little prince made no reply.

Dark house, by which once more I stand Here in the long unlovely street, Doors, where my heart was used to beat So quickly, waiting for a hand, A hand that can be clasp'd no more - Behold me, for I cannot sleep, And like a guilty thing I creep At earliest morning to the door. He is not here; but far away The noise of life begins again, And ghastly thro' the drizzling rain On the bald street breaks the blank day.

Toska - noun /ˈtō-skə/ - Russian word roughly translated as sadness, melancholia, lugubriousness. "No single word in English renders all the shades of toska. At its deepest and most painful, it is a sensation of great spiritual anguish, often without any specific cause. At less morbid levels it is a dull ache of the soul, a longing with nothing to long for, a sick pining, a vague restlessness, mental throes, yearning. In particular cases it may be the desire for somebody of something specific, nostalgia, love-sickness. At the lowest level it grades into ennui, boredom.

I find beauty in melancholy.

In some way impossible to ascertain, after so many years of absense, Jose Arcadio was still an autumnal child, terribly sad and solitary.

And sometimes when the night is slow The wretched and the meek We gather up our hearts and go A Thousand Kisses Deep.

Violet! sweet violet! Thine eyes are full of tears; Are they wet Even yet With the thought of other years?

Drifting, On a sea of forgotten teardrops, On a lifeboat, Sailing for Your love

In vain would I seek to discover Why sad and mournful am I, My thoughts without ceasing brood over A tale of the time gone by.

Every one of Joel's important songs--including the happy ones--are ultimately about loneliness. And it's not 'clever lonely' (like Morrissey) or 'interesting lonely' (like Radiohead); it's 'lonely lonely,' like the way it feels when you're being hugged by someone and it somehow makes you sadder.