I sometimes think that never blows so red The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled; That every Hyacinth the Garden wears Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head.
I like dark, hopeless, beautiful tragedies.
Have all beautiful things sad destinies?
I just like a good, sad song. The sadder, the better. It moves me.
Tragedy delights by affording a shadow of the pleasure which exists in pain.
We've mastered the art of making pretty music that makes you want to die.
One could say the higher the spirit goes, the more deeply the soul sinks down into the waters of melancholy and tragedy. Drowning in that water is as sweet as rising.
I want to paint something that's gorgeous, something that's perfect. So that it's full of sadness.
Behind every exquisite thing that existed, there was something tragic.
I can barely conceive of a type of beauty in which there is no Melancholy.
And she thought then how strange it was that disaster--the sort of disaster that drained the blood from your body and took the air out of your lungs and hit you again and again in the face--could be at times, such a thing of beauty.
'My Swan Song' - that song is so depressing but uplifting at the same time, you know what I mean?
Sad words are just another beauty. A sad story means, this storyteller is alive. The next thing you know something fine will happen to her, something marvelous, and then she will turn around and smile.
The death then of a beautiful woman is unquestionably the most poetical topic in the world, and equally is it beyond doubt that the lips best suited for such topic are those of a bereaved lover.
And when no hope was left inside on that starry, starry night, you took your life as lovers often do. But I could have told you, Vincent, this world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
the beautiful are found in the edge of a room crumpled into spiders and needles and silence and we can never understand why they left,they were so beautiful. they dont make it, the beautiful die young and leave the ugly to their ugly lives.
All truly great art is optimistic. The individual artist is happy in his creative work. The fact that practically all great art is tragic does not in any way change the above thesis.
The eye of genius has always a plaintive expression, and its natural language is pathos.
I was the shadow of the waxwing slain/By the false azure in the windowpane.
Earthly majesty is always akin to the fallen angel, who is proud and unhappy, beautiful but troubled, and whose plans and efforts, though vast, are denied access.
I have no idea what I'm doing when it comes to love... There's no pattern to it, except that it happens to all of us, of course. I can't plan for it. I can't predict how it'll end up. Because love is unpredictable and it's frustrating and it's tragic and it's beautiful.
I don't think tragic situations are necessarily devoid of beauty.
It's the poignancy and sadness in things that gets to me.
That internal ache is the starting point of country music. If it's a happy song and I can still feel sad in it? That's my favorite.
loveliness is infernally sad.
