If one could amputate part of one's consciousness...

Sometimes I wonder if my heart is like a black hole--it's so dense that there's no room for light, but that doesn't mean it can't still suck me in.

But maybe they were barbarians. Maybe this is what most barbarians look like. They look like everybody else.

Every day has its great grief or its small anxiety. ... One cloud is dispelled, another forms. There is hardly one day in a hundred of real joy and bright sunshine.

He was persuaded he could know no happiness but in the society of one with whom he could for ever indulge the melancholy that had taken possession of his soul.

I enjoy melancholic music and art. They take me to places I don't normally get to go.