Famous Quotes & Sayings

Charles Dickens

The secret was such an old one now, had so grown into me and become a part of myself, that I could not tear it away.

Charles Dickens

So new to him," she muttered, "so old to me; so strange to him, so familiar to me; so melancholy to both of us!...

Charles Dickens

But, in this separation I associate you only with the good and I will faithfully hold you to that always, for you have done far more good than harm, let me feel now what sharp distress I may.

Charles Dickens

Let me feel now what sharp distress I may.

Becca Fitzpatrick

I don't go out with strangers," I said. "Good thing I do. I'll pick you up at five.

Bill Bryson

Isn´t it strange how wealth is always wasted on the rich?

Antoine de Saint-Exupery

Grown ups are certainly very strange.

John Abraham

I don't even see the point. He's like a stranger to me.

Steve Walsh

I think it is so strange it has to be real.

Willie Morris

He must always be a stranger to the place he loves, and its people.

Alain de Botton

It wasn't only fanatics and drunkards who began conversations with strangers in public.

Earl Nightingale

Every one of us is the sum total of his own thoughts

Edward Norton

You always end up getting involved in things because of, you know, the strange things your life brings you into contact with.

Aristotle

Melancholy men are of all others the most witty.

Ben Jonson

Have you a stool there to be melancholy upon?

Baruch Spinoza

One and the same thing can at the same time be good, bad, and indifferent, e.g., music is good to the melancholy, bad to those who mourn, and neither good nor bad to the deaf.

Edgar Allan Poe

I fell in love with melancholy

Albert Camus

There is a life and there is a death, and there are beauty and melancholy between.

Alexander McQueen

I am a melancholy type of person.

David Guterson

It's a brooding melancholy that haunts me.

James L. Petigru

If one has not influence to stem the torrent of popular delusion he is reduced to the melancholy part of a spectator in the midst of the ruin.

George Saintsbury

But the eighteenth century, on the whole, loathed melancholy.