Percy Bysshe Shelley Quotes

Nothing's so dainty sweet as lovely melancholy.

Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.

It seldom happens that any felicity comes so pure as not to be tempered and allayed by some mixture of sorrow.

I have spent more than half a lifetime trying to express the tragic moment.

But I will say that most comedians are the saddest people I know. That is the biggest paradox to me.

You never have a comedian who hasn't got a very deep strain of sadness within him or her. Every great clown has been very near to tragedy.

Rapture's self is three parts sorrow.

Lost, lost! one moment knelled the woe of years.

The latter end of joy is woe.

Beauty and sadness always go together.

I'm a poet,' the young man said, 'And it's my job to remember the sadness of things.

Sorrow is tranquility remembered in emotion.

More than anything, the journal wanted. It wanted more than it could hold, more than words could describe, more than diagrams could illustrate. Longing burst from the pages, in every frantic line and every hectic sketch and every dark-printed definition. There was something pained and melancholy about it.

When I hear that whistle blowing, I hang my head and cry.

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.

The music of an unhappy people, of the children of disappointment; they tell of death and suffering and unvoiced longing toward a truer world, of misty wanderings and hidden ways.

There is melancholy in the wind and sorrow in the grass

And then it was, that grief and pain made themselves known to me as never before. Note this, because I knew the full absurdity of Fate and Fortune and Nature more truly than a human can bear to know it. And perhaps the description of this, brief as it is, may give consolation to another. The worst takes its time to come, and then to pass. The truth is, you cannot prepare anyone for this, nor convey an understanding of it through language. It must be known. And this I would wish on no one in the world.

There is no greater pain than to remember, in our present grief, past happiness.

My days are in the yellow leaf; The flowers and fruits of love are gone; The worm, the canker, and the grief, Are mine alone!

No sadness is greater than in misery to rehearse memories of joy.

Kaye: You know what the sun looks like? Janet: No, What? Kaye: Like he slit his wrists in a bathtub and the blood is all over the water. Janet: That's gross, Kaye. Kaye: And the moon is just watching. She's just watching him die. She must have driven him to it.

When a man or woman loves to brood over a sorrow and takes care to keep it green in their memory, you may be sure it is no longer a pain to them.