Daniel Handler Quotes

Sharp nostalgia, infinite and terrible, for what I already possess.

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.

I will never forget my beautiful days with you in Shanklin, they are certainly the most pleasant ones of my life. Look, I have tears in my eyes just to think about it. I am furious to be here, it is the end of happiness for a whole year.

Nostalgia is something we think of as fuzzy. But it's pain. Pain concerning the past.

We look before and after, And pine for what is not; Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.

The Portuguese and Galician term 'saudade' suggests a profoundly bittersweet nostalgia.

There's no ifs and buts or maybes, you're gonna miss, you're gonna miss my loving.

I'm afraid they're in love," he said, concerned. "They don't want to leave you." He lifted one hand from her waist to gently brush a pair from her neck, where their wings fanned against her jaw. Melancholy, he said, "I know just how they feel.

I think I drift toward sad love songs.

I used to suffer from a lot of regret while touring. Regret at having to leave certain places, people and situations, or just a beautiful day.

The end of anything is not fun because there's a nostalgia to it and everything else. Even the end of a bad relationship can feel so, so, so sad.

O love, if I regret the age when one savors you, it is not for the hour of pleasure, but for the one that follows it.

There is something in the pang of change More than the heart can bear, Unhappiness remembering happiness.

I miss the game - I miss it a lot.

I have a taste for a kind of melancholy and for being an absolute victim of love.

Love becomes logically true when lost but still sought from the same source.

How cruelly sweet are the echoes that start, When memory plays an old tune on the heart.

No one can actually define love, but you attempt to, and the closest you can get is longing. And that itself has a melancholy to it. You can say dread, or doom - it's that feeling we all feel when we fall in love with someone: we have this horrible, fearful feeling that maybe we will never have that person in our life.

You can't fast-forward heartbreak, and you can't rewind love - and that's just one big bummer.

There's a sadness about love, a melancholy and a sadness about beauty. It's just part of the human experience of living on this planet.

All the best songs have an element of sadness.

Fare thee well my nightingale, I lived but to be near you. Thow you are singing somewhere still I can no longer hear you.

I miss it every minute, and I have no wish at all to go back.

I wondered how long it could last. Maybe someday, years from now.If the pain would decrease to the point where I could bear it.I would be able to look back on those few short months that would always be the best of my life.

But I think she would have been happy with Fabrice,' I said. 'He was the great love of her life, you know.' Oh, dulling,' said my mother, sadly. 'One always thinks that. Every, every time.