A Quote by William Shakespeare

Sweet recreation barred, what doth ensue but moody and dull melancholy, kinsman to grim and comfortless despair. — © William Shakespeare
Sweet recreation barred, what doth ensue but moody and dull melancholy, kinsman to grim and comfortless despair.
My sweet spot, the stuff I like the most, is hopeful melancholy. Optimistic melancholy.
How much more doth beauty beauteous seem by that sweet ornament which truth doth give!
As we have said, robust souls are sometimes almost, but not entirely, overthrown by strokes of misfortune....Despair has steps leading upward. From total depression we rise to despondency, from despondency to affliction, from affliction to melancholy. Melancholy is a twilight state in which suffering transmutes into a somber joy....Melancholy is the enjoyment of being sad.
Hence, all you vain delights, As short as are the nights Wherein you spend your folly! There's naught in this life sweet But only melancholy; O sweetest melancholy!
Peter was dull; he was at first Dull; - Oh, so dull - so very dull! Whether he talked, wrote, or rehearsed - Still with his dulness was he cursed - Dull -beyond all conception - dull.
My thoughts hold mortal strife, I do detest my life, And with lamenting cries, Peace to my soul to bring, Oft calls that prince which here doth monarchize; But he, grim-grinning king, Who caitiffs scorns and doth the blest surprise, Late having deck'd with beauty's rose his tomb, Disdains to crop a weed, and will not come.
You can’t take back texts. If you come off all moody and melancholy in a text, it just sits there in your phone, reminding you of what a drag you are.
Melancholy and sadness are the start of doubt... doubt is the beginning of despair; despair is the cruel beginning of the differing degrees of wickedness.
Yet I experienced sometimes that the most sweet and tender, the most innocent and encouraging society may be found in any naturalobject, even for the poor misanthrope and most melancholy man. There can be no very black melancholy to him who lives in the midst of nature and has his senses still.
Let hunger sharpen your awareness. Abstain liquor and frivolous recreation, which dull the mind and weaken the body.
The man must have a rare recipe for melancholy, who can be dull in Fleet Street.
It is disgraceful that people are being barred from neighborhoods and clubs on a basis that would have barred Jesus Himself.
Doth sickness fill my heart with fear, 'Tis sweet to know that Thou art near; Am I with dread of justice tried, 'Tis sweet to know that Christ hath died.
Naught so sweet as melancholy.
Despair doth strike as deep a furrow in the brain as mischief or remorse.
Such sweet compulsion doth in music lie.
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