I loved him the way some people are to be loved - from a distance.

Wish in one hand, shit in the other, see which one fills up faster.

Sweet pulp and sour skin -Or was it sweet outside, and sour within?

Melancholy is an escape not from reality, but unreality of the world.

And I realize how useless wails are and how gratuitous melancholy is.

When I was young and filled with folly, I fell in love with melancholy

I can barely conceive a type of beauty in which there is no melancholy.

At that moment, beauty itself struck me as a kind of painful melancholy.

When I say to the moment flying...linger a while-thou art so fair" - Faust

Melancholy held me hostage, and the bees built a hive of sadness in my soul.

Everything tender and melancholy - as life is sometimes, just for one moment.

Hands that never touch. Lips that never meet. The Almost Lovers, never to be.

Only tears can hear the sound of pain when warm blood reddens discolored stain

Writing is a defence against boredom, but it's also a cure for melancholy.

¿Dónde está el olvido si cada caricia que me dan es tuya?