Arthur Golden Quotes

My songs have a layer of melancholy.

When a feeling was there, they felt as if it would never go; when it was gone, they felt as if it had never been; when it returned, they felt as if it had never gone.

I feel my heart ache, but I've forgotten what that feeling means.

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.

Haven't laughed this hard in a long time. I better stop now before I start crying. Go off to sleep in the sunshine...I don't want to see the day when its dying.

There is no hatred in my love for you. Only a sadness I feel all the more strongly for my inability to explain or describe it.

That old feeling is still in my leaking heart.

I love that feeling of when it's touching and it makes you happy but there's a melancholy or bittersweet glaze to it.

homesickness is just a state of mind for me. i'm always missing someone or someplace or something, i'm always trying to get back to some imaginary somewhere. my life has been one long longing.

... 'I've been doing everything for an awfully long time, and I've seen and lived as hard as I could, and it's been unbelievable, I tell you, unbelievable. But now I have the feeling everything's gliding away from me, and I don't remember, and I don't care, and yet now is right when I need it!'. [pp. 84-85]

Death really did not matter to him but life did, and therefore the sensation he felt when they gave their decision was not a feeling of fear but of nostalgia.

For beauty with sorrow Is a burden hard to be borne: The evening light on the foam, and the swans, there; That music, remote, forlorn.

If only…the saddest words in the English language.

What stays with me most is a general sense of loss, unease, and longing for the past that cannot be relieved.

It's like a kid standing at the window watching the rain.

I'm missing some people, you know, and this is not nostalgia. I miss them. This is melancholy.

It is strange how sad it can be - sunlight in the afternoon, don't you think?

There is a general place in your brain, I think, reserved for melancholy of relationships past. It grows and prospers as life progresses, forcing you finally, against your better judgment, to listen to country music.

What you feel in Japanese poetry is always entirely longing.

It is always sad to leave a place to which one knows one will never return. Such are the melancolies du voyage: perhaps they are one of the most rewarding things about traveling.

Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depths of some devine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy autumn fields, And thinking of the days that are no more.

And then like a song we'd forgotten was even on the mix, you stepped into the house and my whole life.

My grief lies onward, and my joy behind.

Welcome ever smiles, and farewell goes out sighing.

A single note, held in an amber suspension of time, like a charcoal drawing of Icarus falling. It was sad and fierce all at once, alive with a lonely purity. It went on and on, until my own lungs were burning. “What bird are you calling?” I asked finally, when I couldn’t stand it any longer. The Bird Man stopped whistling. He grinned, so that I could see all his pebbly teeth. “You.