Andy Milonakis Quotes

Sadness is no more than a bit of acid transfixed in the cerebellum.

Fans say I have a lot of sorrow in my eyes. It's true.

It's raining my soul, it's raining, but it's raining dead eyes.

Sadness can feel so unproductive.

I write a lot of sad songs!

You might find it difficult to see anything but your own sadness, the way smoke can cover a landscape so that all anyone can see is black. You may find that if someone pours water all over you, you are damp and distracted, but not cured of your sadness, the way a fire department can douse a fire but never recover what has been burnt down.

My suffering left me sad and gloomy.

I'm so involved in melancholy.

It's a brooding melancholy that haunts me.

The delta blues is a low-down, dirty shame blues. It's a sad, big wide sound, something to make you think about people who are dead or the women who left you.

I had never felt so lonely and so sad in my entire life.

Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.

Melancholy and sadness are the start of doubt... doubt is the beginning of despair; despair is the cruel beginning of the differing degrees of wickedness.

One can find so many pains when the rain is falling.

Most of life is sad.

There is a lot of sadness in America.

There's definitely sadness happening in this band. I get melancholy every day about things.

I wear a lot of black. Like my heart.

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

If a documentary crew were to follow me around, they'd probably think they were making a film about the saddest person in the world.

'Melancholy' is prettier than 'depression'; it connotes a kind of nocturnal grace. Makes one feel more innocently beleaguered.

I'm here to be lovesick, broke and drifting, writing heartache songs and singing about pain and misery and depression, with a few good times here and there.

In the lives of the saddest of us, there are bright days like this, when we feel as if we could take the great world in our arms and kiss it. Then come the gloomy hours, when the fire will neither burn on our hearths nor in our hearts; and all without and within is dismal, cold, and dark. Believe me, every heart has its secret sorrows, which the world knows not, and oftentimes we call a man cold, when he is only sad.

Melancholy: an appetite no misery satisfies.

No wonder sorrow doesn’t smile much. No wonder sadness is so sad.