Miguel de Cervantes Quotes

Am I melancholy? I certainly have moments. I like to think there's a capacity for joy as well.

If I were immersed in constant melancholy, I would not be who I am.

Life is a well of joy; but for those out of whom an upset stomach speaks, which is the father of melancholy, all wells are poisoned.

I don't think any human being/artist is 100% emotionally stable, based on the human condition and our emotions that relate to it.

I think everybody has had emotional distress, but yes, I think I'm pretty stable.

Melancholy is no bad thing.

I'm just sittin here trying not to be unhappy.

I think melancholy is part of the natural condition, you know. Anyway, I think it's the artist's function to have their melancholy and not hide it, you see.

Certainly, I think being depressed is absolutely part of the human condition, it has to be, if there's joy there's its opposite, and it's something you ride if you possibly can.

I, I don't think anybody's continually happy, uh, except idiots, you know. You know, you have to have little moments of depression.

My natural disposition is pretty joyful, but you know, I have bad days and sad moments like anybody else.

I think melancholy is kind of a misunderstood emotion. I don't think it's necessarily an unpleasant or bad emotion.

We are all much more simply human than otherwise, be we happy and successful, contented and detached, miserable and mentally disordered, or whatever.

A lot of people are kind of depressed. I'm happy some of the time, and some of the time I'm not.

I can't cheer up — I don't want to cheer up. It's nicer to be miserable!

I have the choice of being constantly active and happy or introspectively passive and sad. Or I can go mad by ricocheting in between.

Laughter keeps you healthy. You can survive by seeing the humor in everything. Thumb your nose at sadness; turn the tables on tragedy. You can’t laugh and be angry, you can’t laugh and feel sad, you can’t laugh and feel envious.

For a sunrise or a sunset, you're manic or you're depressed. Will you ever feel ok?

I hoped my absence made them happy or at least made them forget that they weren't happy and never will be.

Wise men mingle mirth with their cares, as a help either to forget or overcome them; but to resort to intoxication for the ease of one's mind is to cure melancholy by madness.

Despair is a natural emotion.

Both hurting and happiness make me feel more alive, but as I get older it seems that hurting's the low hanging fruit. So I pick it.

The smile on your face is sometimes out of place, don't mind no frowns, cheer down.

Who but the mad would choose to keep on living? In the end, aren't we all just a little crazy?

I never understood the point of being sad when I could choose to be happy