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With it this happened more often. If it's not making music or partying drunk, you looked depressed, fell silent and clammed up.

Sometimes, in the dusk of the evening
the throats silence,
but the tense of the County
under the spring to become cocked.
Concentrated items
farewell absorb light,
and over the chapel embedded in the sky
latest bird silhouette.
And darkness waiting for darkness
will compress in an elastic spiral
sorrow, pierced for departure
melancholic distance.

I - melancholic. In me from nature to the love chair, a Cup of tea and his mother's favorite music.

Sometimes, of course, the clinical melancholy, which sometimes can be affected by medicines; but there is another, implicitly present in us even in moments of high Jinks and accompanying us everywhere, never once leaving alone. Nothing to free us from this pernicious omnipresence: it has become our "I", forever lurking in front of the person himself.

A kind of melancholy, which torments me, the word does not convey. There need music.

As black sunglasses, and melancholy extinguish the colors of the world, but through them you can see with your eyes, the sun and death.

There is no need to banish melancholy, but there is a need to get rid of a fondness for difficult and fatal.

Nothing helps to cope with melancholy as grammar.
Grammar is the best remedy for the Blues.
Practicing a foreign language, to rummage in dictionaries voluptuous to get down to the last detail, to compare different textbooks, to write out in a column of words and phrases, having nothing to do with your mood - how many ways to beat the Blues! During the German occupation I had been carrying around a list of English words that are taught to remember in the subway and in line for groceries or tobacco.

Melancholy is sadness, only stronger. This is what we feel, thinking about the world and about how little we understand when we think about the inevitable end.

In ancient times believed that melancholy is such a dark liquid emanating from the human body, something evil, and the melancholic - special, strange people, who see what others cannot see, know more and can predict events, because they are available the essence of things.

In a real disaster melancholic behave much smarter and calmer than people who are not prone to depression. Just because everything is familiar to them, they live it every day. The end of the world is first and foremost a state of consciousness. For example, I have a feeling of strange anxiety and alarm for five years.

Melancholy can be very seductive. It is the feeling of sweet pain, this love. And pain is something real, undeniable. Like love, melancholy can you overfill. It wants to take.

Isolated from life and torn apart by love, my lady was a melancholic, all of her life she spent in search of his eternal love. She was very lonely. She was just a child when she lost her mother, and she was still very young when his father died. He was everything to her: friend, mother and brother, and after his death, she tried to find it in each counter man.

Actually, you know, when I am very happy, I'm scared. I have the impression that disaster, well, should I say melancholy is a state more normal than fun, joy. When I'm happy, I think then you will have to pay for it, although often I have to pay for happiness in advance.