David Guterson Quotes

A lot of people say I wouldn't have a down day, but you look at the music and there's real melancholy.

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

I had sadness for breakfast.

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.

Sadness was something I was thinking about in my life outside of writing, so it wormed itself into whatever I wrote.

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.

He did not go much further, but sat down on the cold floor and gave himself up to complete miserableness, for a long while. He thought of himself frying bacon and eggs in his own kitchen at home - for he could feel inside that it was high time for some meal or other; but that only made him miserabler.

I have the true feeling of myself only when I am unbearably unhappy.

I'm so involved in melancholy.

I don't know if I'm a tortured soul, but I was born heartbroken. I remember feeling it when I was so young. I was like, 'Mum, it hurts.'

I was so broken when I did the first record. I was living in my parents' basement, I didn't know anyone. I was broken-hearted and writing this really dark record. I was at the bottom of a well.

I feel like crying and sadness has brought an actual change to the shape of my mouth.

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.

Sadness can feel so unproductive.

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

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.

It is a time when one's spirit is subdued and sad, one knows not why; when the past seems a storm-swept desolation, life a vanity and a burden, and the future but a way to death.

Now the standard cure for one who is sunk is to consider those in actual destitution or physical suffering—this is an all-weather beatitude for gloom in general and fairly salutary day-time advice for everyone. But at three o’clock in the morning, a forgotten package has the same tragic importance as a death sentence, and the cure doesn’t work—and in a real dark night of the soul it is always three o’clock in the morning, day after day.

We burn so hard, but we shed so little light; it makes us crazy and sad.

...too much sadness hath congealed your blood,And melancholy is the nurse of frenzy.

Discomfort guides my tongue And bids me speak of nothing but despair.

Go! you may call it madness, folly; You shall not chase my gloom away! There 's such a charm in melancholy I would not if I could be gay.

Oh, my darling, wish you were here! And my dark soul is happy again, because it does not know how to be anything else for very long, and because the pain is a deep dark sea in which I would drown if I did not sail my little craft steadily over the surface, steadily towards a sun which will never rise.

Melancholy held me hostage, and the bees built a hive of sadness in my soul.