Andrew Motion Quotes

I love bleak things.

I'm so involved in melancholy.

The man must have a rare recipe for melancholy, who can be dull in Fleet Street.

We may smile at these matters, but they are melancholy illustrations.

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

A people whose souls are so little tuned to joy.

It looked like everything worth living for was gone. The entire country was depressed -- there was no hope.

There is a lot of sadness in America.

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

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.

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.

I had always thought of myself as a sanguine person, quite light and airy. But for a long while, no one could have possibly made me laugh or smile. It was awful.

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.

The name of the Slough was Despond.

I wonder if I cry whether my tears would be gray.

The day is cold, and dark, and dreary; It rains, and the wind is never weary; The vine still clings to the mouldering wall, But at every gust the dead leaves fall, And the day is dark and dreary. My life is cold, and dark, and dreary; It rains, and the wind is never weary; My thoughts still cling to the mouldering past, But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast, And the days are dark and dreary. Be still, sad heart! and cease repining; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining; Thy fate is the common fate of all, Into each life some rain must fall, Some days must be dark and dreary.

My Muse sits forlorn She wishes she had not been born She sits in the cold No word she says is ever told.

I felt that I breathed an atmosphere of sorrow.

Despair snuffs the sun from the firmament.

You're not eating anything," said Marilla sharply, eying her as if it were a serious shortcoming. Anne sighed. I can't. I'm in the depths of despair. Can you eat when you are in the depths of despair?" I've never been in the depths of despair, so I can't say," responded Marilla. Weren't you? Well, did you ever try to IMAGINE you were in the depths of despair?" No, I didn't." Then I don't think you can understand what it's like. It's very uncomfortable a feeling indeed.

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.

Sweet recreation barred, what doth ensue but moody and dull melancholy, kinsman to grim and comfortless despair.

Symmetry is ennui, and ennui is the very essence of grief and melancholy. Despair yawns.

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

i laced my shoes with sorrow and walked a weary road dead end streets don't come undone with double knots wing tipped shoes that walk on air through vacant lots