Mikhail Bulgakov Quotes

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

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

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

Sadness is but a wall between two gardens.

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

I write a lot of sad songs!

I'm always sad.

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.

This was my one brush with love. Was it love? It felt awful enough. I spent another two years crawling around in the skin of it, smoking too much and growing too thin and having stray thoughts of jumping from my balcony like a tortured heroine in a Russian novel.

My heart is heavy, she thought. It’s not just a saying. It is what is—heavy, a great stone lodged in my breast, pressing down my whole being. How can I even stand straight and look out upon the world? I am doubled over into myself and, for all the weight, find only emptiness.

He felt he had lost it for good, he knew what it was to have been in communication with her, and to be cast off again. In misery, his heart like a heavy stone, he went about unliving.

I realize full well how hard it must be to go on living alone in a place from which someone has left you, but there is nothing so cruel in this world as the desolation of having nothing to hope for.

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

Grief is a bad moon, a sleeper wave. It's like having an inner combatant, a saboteur who, at the slightest change in the sunlight, or at the first notes of a jingle for a dog food commercial, will flick the memory switch, bringing tears to your eyes.

I'm always weeping at something or other.

I'm so involved in melancholy.

It's a brooding melancholy that haunts me.

But, truly, I have wept too much! The Dawns are heartbreaking. Every moon is atrocious and every sun bitter.

I had sadness for breakfast.

Does the world have nothing inside but sorrow?

Men are much oftener thrown on their knees by the melancholy than by the agreeable passions.

I have heartaches, I have blues. No matter what you got, the blues is there. 'Cause that's all I know - the blues. And I can sing the blues so deep until you can have this room full of money and I can give you the blues.

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.

I know what it's like to have my heart broken. It is not adorable.

Them pains, when blues pains grab you, you'll sing the blues right.