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“Are you happy? he once asked Jude (they must have been drunk).

I don't think happiness is for me, Jude had said at last, as if Willem had been offering him a dish he didn't want to eat.

But it's for you, Willem.”
― Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life

“Bože moj...
Prošao sam kroz Vukovar mnogo puta...(...)
Kad sam dolazio sa zapadne strane, iz Italije, sa mora, iz Zagreba ili Ljubljane, tu sam prvi put nailazio na putokaz za Novi Sad, i, iako je kraj imena moje varoši čitko pisalo ''82 km'', tog momenta sam, iz bezbroj razloga, uvek računao da sam stigao Kući?
Dudule je u pravu, liče, još kako liče...
Ne samo zbog Dunava, bokora zelenila, austrougarskih kućerina i rasipnički širokih ulica, već (i uglavnom), zbog pitomosti, zbog onog retkog osjećaja koji mi se javljao samo u naročitim gradovima, da bi tu i u tri po ponoći mogao prošetati s Onom Koju Volim, ne zazirući od automobila koji usporavaju, i ne prelazeći na drugu stranu kad neko naiđe u susret...
Puno puta je vukovarski vazduh pirnuo pod svodovima mojih pluća, svirala je tu ona ista muzika na koju i ja plešem svoj život, mirni ljudi i stabilne lađe, tesne suknje i komotne čarde, obala i gimnazija, korzo i pozorište, sasvim dovoljno za pametnog čoveka...
A opet...
Bojim se da na taj gradić nikad više neću pomisliti onako kako ga se sećam, nego onako kako mi se prikazao u sledećoj Duletovoj tišini, u onoj poslednjoj, najdužoj, koju nisam ni uspeo da odbrojim do kraja, jer je otišao nenadano, ne rekavši pozdrav...”
― Đorđe Balašević

“Read me like your favourite book, word for word. Sing me like your favourite song, beat for beat. Take a walk with me in your dreams, hand in hand. Chant me like a prayer, bead for bead. Hold me in your arms like I am magic, dark, cursed yet loveable. Love me the way no one has ever been loved before.”
― Sakshi Narula, Lover

“But not joy. No, that belonged to simpler minds.”
― Evan S. Connell, Mr. Bridge

“...and when we die
we die alone
I cry, I cry alone
Like a piece of stone
I am thrown
into the wavy ocean of life
to atone...to atone
Only to atone...”
― Munia Khan

“The infant was standing on a spot in someone else's story, during a moment of her own.”
― Lemony Snicket, The End

“Her first love was like lavender,
delicate and melancholic.”
― Laura Chouette

“I'm going to die and my son farts in my face... what a waste!”
― Marjane Satrapi, Chicken with Plums

“The next thing Jordana says makes me realize that it's too late to save her. "I've noticed that when you light a match, the flame is the same shape as a falling tear." She's been sensitized, turned gooey in the middle. I saw it happening and I didn't do anything to stop it. From now on, she'll be writing diaries and sometimes including little poems and she'll buy gifts for her favourite teachers and she'll admire the scenery and she'll watch the news and she'll buy soup for homeless people and she'll never burn my leg hair again.”
― Joe Dunthorne, Submarine

“There is always something melancholic about the empty chairs.”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“If you felt empty and sad after doing something, you probably did a great thing.”
― Michael Bassey Johnson, Song of a Nature Lover

“All of this was mine, simply for agreeing to marry a man I did not love but who was, in the end, the only man who had ever asked.”
― Melanie Benjamin, Alice I Have Been

“But for those like us, our fate is to face the world as orphans, chasing through long years the shadows of vanished parents. There is nothing for it but to try and see through our missions to the end, as best we can, for until we do so, we will be permitted no calm.

I do not wish to appear smug; but drifting through my days here in London, I believe I can indeed own up to a certain contentment. I enjoy my walks in the parks, I visit the galleries; and increasingly of late, I have come to take a foolish pride in sifting through old newspaper reports of my cases in the Reading Room at the British Museum. This city, in other words, has come to be my home, and I should not mind if I had to live out the rest of my days here. Nevertheless, there are those times when a sort of emptiness fills my hours, and I shall continue to give Jennifer's invitation serious thought.”
― Kazuo Ishiguro, When We Were Orphans

“I don't know if I'm extremely sensitive or life is unbearable.”
― Vincent van Gogh

“I am sad, like the hot dust on the streets
And the music of fresh fallen leaves
Caught in a sliding summer breeze.”
― Scott Hastie

“A poet can imagine an iceberg singing a melancholic song while the world leaders find it difficult to imagine proper solution to global warming.”
― Munia Khan

“I was once told in Sunday school that a church tower reaches up skywards because it is a promise of Heaven. Church towers are different in France. It was the first thing I noticed when I came here, when I changed my world of home for my world of war. In comparison the church towers at home seem almost squat, hiding themselves away in the folds of the fields. Here there are no folds in the fields, only wide open plains, scarcely a hill in sight. And instead of church towers they have spires that thrust themselves skywards like a child putting his hand up in class, longing to be noticed. But God, if there is one, notices nothing here. He has long since abandoned this place and all of us who live in it.”
― Michael Morpurgo, Private Peaceful

“Maybe it is selfish of me to want the sea for myself, to want the waves rushing only for me, to want every word strung into jagged loops of poetry to flow from my only tongue, but the world has emptied me out ; what is more filling than the sea who continues to drown itself”
― Susan Casey, Dolphins: Voices in the Ocean

“The moments of darkness are melancholic but the soft glow of a candle is compassionate.”
― Anoir Ou-Chad, Lemon Twist

“Sometimes we get into the mood for sad songs. The lyrics always hit deeper with this melancholic feeling that you engulf yourself with. Along with coffee this combination is a great way to reflect and savor the moment.”
― Avijeet Das

“Não há fogo nem frescura, por muito grandes que sejam, capazes de competir com os fantasmas que, no seu íntimo, um homem consegue armazenar.”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald

“Here there are no folds in the fields, only wide open plains, scarcely a hill in sight. And instead of church towers they have spires that thrust themselves skywards like a child putting his hand up in class, longing to be noticed. But God, if there is one, notices nothing here. He has long since abandoned this place and all of us who live in it.”
― Michael Morpurgo, Private Peaceful

“...but she liked it. She had an unconscious fascination for tilting her head down towards melancholy.”
― Leonardo Berch, Fragments of Self: a novel of love across borders

“To her, there was no touch as instantaneous and intuitive as the gaze. It was close to being the only way of touching without touch.

Language, by comparison, is an infinitely more physical way to touch. It moves lungs and throat and tongue and lips, it vibrates the air as it wings its way to the listener.”
― Han Kang, Greek Lessons

“Thus flows the Seine ever for those who are throttled by love, fear, religion or madness, those sentiments which are such powerful narcotics”
― Philippe Soupault

“The call came early in the morning with news—the kind of news that doesn't wait for a more convenient hour. It didn't surprise me. It should have, but it didn't. I don't know why, but the only thing I felt at that moment was the cold press of the phone against my ear, a lifeless object relaying lifeless news.”
― Sasha Harding

“Even with the weight of it all—the distant phone call, the pooling rain, the quiet ache in my chest—the world kept spinning. Indifferent, relentless, and unchanged despite all it had lost.”
― Sasha Harding