W. H. Auden Quotes

It's raining my soul, it's raining, but it's raining dead eyes.

I wish they were all dead and we were, too. It would be best." Well, there's no good response to that. I can hardly dispute it since I was walking around with a syringe to kill Peeta when I found them. Do I really want him dead? What I want...what I want is to have him back.

My soul is to sell. The dark is too hard to beat 'cause they're calling me.

The day is cold, and dark, and dreary; It rains, and the wind is never weary; The vine still clings to the mouldering wall, But at every gust the dead leaves fall, And the day is dark and dreary. My life is cold, and dark, and dreary; It rains, and the wind is never weary; My thoughts still cling to the mouldering past, But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast, And the days are dark and dreary. Be still, sad heart! and cease repining; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining; Thy fate is the common fate of all, Into each life some rain must fall, Some days must be dark and dreary.

I'm always weeping at something or other.

In deep sadness there is no place for sentimentality.

But, truly, I have wept too much! The Dawns are heartbreaking. Every moon is atrocious and every sun bitter.

I have no words for my reality.

A lot of people say I wouldn't have a down day, but you look at the music and there's real melancholy.

I am Amaxon Corazon Junia Principia Delgado the Third, and I bent over my meal and wept luxurious tears into my green banana porridge. It was a perfect decoction, and it now would not satisfy me.

The man, who in a fit of melancholy, kills himself today, would have wished to live had he waited a week.

There's definitely sadness happening in this band. I get melancholy every day about things.

I wear a lot of black. Like my heart.

I love the tragic side. I don't do 'happy' onstage. I like the dark, the disturbed.

I like dark, hopeless, beautiful tragedies.

I had always thought of myself as a sanguine person, quite light and airy. But for a long while, no one could have possibly made me laugh or smile. It was awful.

Then black despair, The shadow of a starless night, was thrown Over the world in which I moved alone.

The pain, so unexpected and undeserved, had for some reason cleared away the cobwebs. I realized I didn’t hate the cabinet door, I hated my life… My house, my family, my backyard, my power mower. Nothing would ever change; nothing new could ever be expected. It had to end, and it did. Now in the dark world where I dwell, ugly things, and surprising things, and sometimes little wondrous things, spill out in me constantly, and I can count on nothing.

I just felt as though I would never be happy again, and as if I had fallen into a big black hole.

Are you happy in your misery? Resting peaceful in desolation? It’s the final tie that binds us The sole source of my consolation" “blue

It is possible I am pushing through solid rock, like the vein of ore encased, alone. I am such a long way in I can see no way through and no space. Everything is close to my face and everything close to my face is stone. I don't have much knowledge yet in grief, so this darkness makes me feel small. You, be the Master; Make yourself fierce; break in. And then your great transforming will happen to me And my great grief cry will happen to you.

I rode all day. I cried all night. The moon didn’t glow. The sun didn’t rise. A comet blazed Between my eyes. West and South, Wind and rain. Every way is Just the same. Pray give me a box To hide inside. Pray give me a spade To dig my own grave.

O wretched state! o bosom black as death!

Our rages, daughters of despair, creep and squirm like worms. Prayer is the only form of revolt which remains upright.

I felt that I breathed an atmosphere of sorrow.