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Es sind tausend Tropfenin einer Weltnur für uns gemacht Tausend Tropfenwenn der Himmel weintund man dennoch lachtNina Hrusa
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O' melancholy, hectic chill for human soul, herewith dismal presence, any spirit does descent.Nithin Purple
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Can the beautiful be sad? Is beauty inseparable from the ephemeral and hence from mourning? Or else is the beautiful object the one that tirelessly returns following destructions and wars in order to bear witness that there is survival after death, that immortality is possible?Julia Kristeva
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Then I tell you that sadness, in a way, is just another form of beauty. It can be a bit more melancholic, dramatic, heart-breaking and so, so quiet. The most emotional of things, finding its reflection in the world in decay, are those things we love the most from time to time.Kate Luysterborg
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When sadness knows the reason of tears, heart prepares to carry the ache for yearsMunia Khan
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Only pain can define the meaning of tears.Munia Khan
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The depressed person is a radical, sullen atheist.Julia Kristeva
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Like a deep sad noteplayed beneath the oceanwaving through the orbthe memories of youthe bittersweet echoesinfixed forever in my heartPawan Mishra
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My lips have touched more bottles than lovers and I'm half a shot away from psychotic.Denice Envall
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I felt as though the vessel if my suffering had become empty, as if nothing could interest me now. I had lost even the ability to suffer.Osamu Dazai
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Spanish rain, A maiden’s dress, Apothecary pills And ancient thrills; Melancholy kills A girl’s caress.Roman Payne
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Spanish rain, A maiden’s dress, Apothecary pills And ancient thrills; Melancholy kills A girl’s caress.(– Roman Payne; Valencia, Spain, November 2nd 2012)Roman Payne
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Anyway, those things would not have lasted long. The experience of the years shows it to me. But Destiny arrived in some haste and stopped them. The beautiful life was brief. But how potent were the perfumes, On how splendid a bed we lay, To what sensual delight we gave our bodies. An echo of the days of pleasure, An echo of the days drew near me, A little of the fire of the youth of both of us, Again I took in my hands a letter, And I read and reread till the light was gone. And melancholy, I came out on the balcony Came out to change my thoughts at least by looking at A little of the city that I loved, A little movement on the street and in the.Constantinos P. Cavafis
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Let’s call my mood melancholy; let’s call it remembrance. Or maybe let’s call it longing. Yes, let’s call it longing instead.Shannon Celebi