“Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from the fiery noon and eve's one star, Sat gray-haired Saturn, quiet as a stone, Still as the silence round about his lair.” StillsStarsSilenceSadnessHealthyQuietStonesBreathsRoundsSatGrayNoonFieryShadySaturn Author:John Keats
“Have you ever been so melancholy, that you wanted to fit in the palm of your beloved's hand? And lie there, for fortnights, or decades, or the length of time between stars? In complete silence?” HandsWantedLyingStarsSilenceSadnessFitDecadesBelovedLengthMelancholyPalmsPlaywrightFittingFortnight Book:The Clean House and Other Plays Source: The Clean House and Other Plays
“I would that we were, my beloved, white birds on the foam of the sea! We tire of the flame of the meteor, before it can fadeand flee; And the flame of the blue star of twilight, hung low on the rim of the sky, Has awaked in our hearts, my beloved, a sadness that may not die.” HeartMayDiesStarsWhiteSeaSadnessSkyLowsBirdBlueLongingBelovedFlamesTwilightHungTireDissatisfactionFoamRimsMeteorsWhite Birds Book:Early Poems Source: Early Poems
“Behind joy and laughter there may be a temperament, coarse, hard and callous. But behind sorrow there is always sorrow. Pain, unlike pleasure, wears no mask. ... For this reason there is no truth comparable to sorrow. There are times when sorrow seems to me to be the only truth. Other things may be illusions of the eye or the appetite, made to blind the one and cloy the other, but out of sorrow have the worlds been built, and at the birth of a child or a star there is pain.” WorldMayChildrenMadeHardReasonSeemsEyePainJoyStarsPleasureBehindsSadnessBirthSorrowSadLaughterIllusionBuiltBlindMaskAppetiteTemperamentCoarseCallousBirth Of A Child Author:Oscar Wilde