The miller sees not all the water that goes by his mill.
By these rules thou wilt be able to distinguish falsehood from truth by means of which knowledge men aim at possible things with greater moderation; and do not veil thyself in ignorance, for the result of this would be that thou wouldst be ineffectual and fall into melancholy and despair.
Birds of a feather will gather together.
is a perpetual rack, or horsemill, according to Austin, still going round as in a ring.
Though they write _contemptu glori?_, yet as Hieron observes, they will put their names to their books.
Fabricius finds certain spots and clouds in the sun.
I do not suppose that I am exceptionally endowed because I have all my life enjoyed a keen perception of the beauty offered us by nature and by art Now physical science may and probably will, some day, enable our posterity to set forth the exact physical concomitants and conditions of the strange rapture of beauty. But if ever that day arrives, the rapture will remain, just as it is now, outside and beyond the physical world; and, even in the mental world, something superadded to mere sensation. I do not wish to crow unduly over my humble cousin the orang, but in the aesthetic province, as in that of tine intellect, I am afraid he is nowhere. I doubt not he would detect a fruit amidst a wilderness of leaves where I could see nothing; but I am tolerably confident that he has never been awestruck, as I have been, by the dim religious gloom, as of a temple devoted to the earthgods, of the tropical forests which he inhabits. Yet I doubt not that our poor long-armed and short-legged friend, as he sits meditatively munching his durian fruit, has something behind that sad Socratic face of his which is utterly "beyond the bounds of physical science." Physical science may know all about his clutching the fruit and munching it and digesting it, and how the physical titillation of his palate is transmitted to some microscopic cells of the gray matter of his brain. But the feelings of sweetness and of satisfaction which, for a moment, hang out their signal lights in his melancholy eyes, are as utterly outside the bounds of physics as is the "fine frenzy" of a human rhapsodist.
Plac'd far amid the melancholy main.
The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds and naked woods and meadows brown and sear.
Felix Plater notes of some young physicians, that study to cure diseases, catch them themselves, will be sick, and appropriate all symptoms they find related of others to their own persons.
Fish not, with this melancholy bait, For this fool gudgeon, this opinion.
No cord nor cable can so forcibly draw, or hold so fast, as love can do with a twined thread.
Make not a bosom friend of a melancholy sad soul.... He goes always heavy-loaded, and thou must bear half.
They have cheveril consciences that will stretch.
When lovely woman stoops to folly, And finds too late that men betray, What charm can soothe her melancholy? What art can wash her guilt away?
He is only fantastical that is not in fashion.
For "ignorance is the mother of devotion," as all the world knows.
Moping melancholy And moon-struck madness.
Go! you may call it madness, folly; You shall not chase my gloom away! There 's such a charm in melancholy I would not if I could be gay.
Why doth one man's yawning make another yawn?
Machiavel says virtue and riches seldom settle on one man.
Naught so sweet as melancholy.
Everything, saith Epictetus, hath two handles,--the one to be held by, the other not.
It is most true, _stylus virum arguit_,--our style bewrays us.
And taste The melancholy joy of evils past: For he who much has suffer'd, much will know.
What can't be cured must be endured.
Under the shade of melancholy boughs, Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time; If ever you have look'd on better days, If ever been where bells have knoll'd to church, If ever sat at any good man's feast.
~Melancholy.~--Melancholy is a fearful gift; what is it but the telescope of truth?--_Byron._
Like him in ?sop, he whipped his horses withal, and put his shoulder to the wheel.
All places are distant from heaven alike.
Diogenes struck the father when the son swore.
Sweet bird, that shun'st the noise of folly, Most musical, most melancholy!
There's not a string attuned to mirth / But has its chord in melancholy.
Remote, unfriended, melancholy, slow, Or by the lazy Scheld or wandering Po.
Marriage and hanging go by destiny; matches are made in heaven.
Great men are always of a nature originally melancholy.
She pined in thought, / And with a green and yellow melancholy. / She sat like patience on a monument, / Smiling at grief.
Unselfish and noble acts are the most radiant epochs in the biography of souls. When wrought in the earliest youth, they lie in the memory of age like the coral islands, green and sunny amidst the melancholy waste of ocean.
And hold one another's noses to the grindstone hard.
As that great captain, Ziska, would have a drum made of his skin when he was dead, because he thought the very noise of it would put his enemies to flight.
Here rests his head upon the lap of earth, A youth to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair Science frown'd not on his humble birth, And Melancholy mark'd him for her own.
_Duke._ And what 's her history? _Vio._ A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.
Idleness is an appendix to nobility.
And there is even a happiness That makes the heart afraid.
Hannibal, as he had mighty virtues, so had he many vices; he had two distinct persons in him.
England is a paradise for women and hell for horses; Italy a paradise for horses, hell for women, as the diverb goes.
Sing of the nature of woman, and the song shall be surely full of variety,--old crotchets and most sweet closes,--it shall be humorous, grave, fantastic, amorous, melancholy, sprightly,--one in all, and all in one!--_Beaumont._
Him that makes shoes go barefoot himself.
The company of fools may at first make us smile, but at last never fails of rendering us melancholy.
Diamond cut diamond.
And that dismal cry rose slowly And sank slowly through the air, Full of spirit's melancholy And eternity's despair; And they heard the words it said,-- "Pan is dead! great Pan is dead! Pan, Pan is dead!"
The fear of some divine and supreme powers keeps men in obedience.
Rob Peter, and pay Paul.
Joh. Mayor, in the first book of his "History of Scotland," contends much for the wholesomeness of oaten bread; it was objected to him, then living at Paris, that his countrymen fed on oats and base grain. . . . And yet Wecker out of Galen calls it horse-meat, and fitter juments than men to feed on.
Those are often raised into the greatest transports of mirth who are subject to the greatest depressions of melancholy.
Every man for himself, his own ends, the Devil for all.
Many things happen between the cup and the lip.
We can say nothing but what hath been said. Our poets steal from Homer. . . . Our story-dressers do as much; he that comes last is commonly best.
And this is that Homer's golden chain, which reacheth down from heaven to earth, by which every creature is annexed, and depends on his Creator.
Set a beggar on horseback and he will ride a gallop.
Cornelia kept her in talk till her children came from school, "and these," said she, "are my jewels."
It is a melancholy of mine own, compounded of many simples, extracted from many objects, and indeed the sundry contemplation of my travels, in which my often rumination wraps me in a most humorous sadness.
Employment and hardships prevent melancholy.
Nothing except a battle lost can be half so melancholy as a battle won.
All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another.
In well-regulated civil society there is scarcely a more melancholy suffering to be undergone than what is forced on us by the neighbourhood of an incipient player on the flute or violin.
Our wrangling lawyers . . . are so litigious and busy here on earth, that I think they will plead their clients' causes hereafter,--some of them in hell.
A nightingale dies for shame if another bird sings better.
Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly, / Most musical, most melancholy.
There 's naught in this life sweet, If man were wise to see 't, But only melancholy; O sweetest Melancholy!
Cheerfulness is health; the opposite, melancholy, is disease.
Music wraps us in melancholy, and elevates in joy.
Every schoolboy hath that famous testament of Grunnius Corocotta Porcellus at his fingers' end.
He is of a very melancholy disposition.
No rule is so general, which admits not some exception.
Idleness is the badge of gentry, the bane of body and mind, the nurse of naughtiness, the step-mother of discipline, the chief author of mischief, one of the seven deadly sins, the cushion on which the devil chiefly reposes, and a great cause not only of melancholy, but of many other diseases.
Isocrates adviseth Demonicus, when he came to a strange city, to worship by all means the gods of the place.
All our geese are swans.
_Hinc quam sic calamus s?vior ense, patet._ The pen worse than the sword.
I may not here omit those two main plagues and common dotages of human kind, wine and women, which have infatuated and besotted myriads of people; they go commonly together.
"Let me not live," saith Aretine's Antonia, "if I had not rather hear thy discourse than see a play."
I light my candle from their torches.
The commonwealth of Venice in their armoury have this inscription: "Happy is that city which in time of peace thinks of war."
Elysian beauty, melancholy grace, / Brought from a pensive through a happy place.
We can make majors and officers every year, but not scholars; kings can invest knights and barons, as Sigismund the emperor confessed.
are indeed rather possessed by their money than possessors.
They are proud in humility; proud in that they are not proud.
Women wear the breeches.
Every man hath a good and a bad angel attending on him in particular, all his life long.
Go, you may call it madness, folly; / You shall not chase my gloom away; / There's such a charm in melancholy, / I would not, if I could, be gay.
If the world will be gulled, let it be gulled.
Geld im Beutel vertreibt die Schwermuth=--Money in the purse drives away melancholy.
Wise men mingle mirth with their cares, as a help either to forget or overcome them; but to resort to intoxication for the ease of one's mind is to cure melancholy by madness.
One chilly autumn evening, he was reminded of the painter by a stalk of corn: the way it stood there armed in its rough coat of leaves, exposing its delicate roots atop the mounded earth like so many nerves, it was also a portrait of his own most vulnerable self. The discovery only served to increase his melancholy.
Elysian beauty, melancholy grace, Brought from a pensive though a happy place.
Nothing except a battle lost can be half so melancholy as a battle won.
steal young children out of their cradles, _ministerio d?monum_, and put deformed in their rooms, which we call changelings.
When they are at Rome, they do there as they see done.
As he said in Machiavel, _omnes eodem patre nati_, Adam's sons, conceived all and born in sin, etc. "We are by nature all as one, all alike, if you see us naked; let us wear theirs and they our clothes, and what is the difference?"
Christ himself was poor. . . . And as he was himself, so he informed his apostles and disciples, they were all poor, prophets poor, apostles poor.
Though it rain daggers with their points downward.
Make a virtue of necessity.
~Idleness.~--If idleness do not produce vice or malevolence, it commonly produces melancholy.--_Sydney Smith._
I would help others, out of a fellow-feeling.
The pleasure and delight of knowledge far surpasseth all other in nature. We see in all other pleasures there is satiety; and after they be used, their verdure departeth, which showeth well that they be but deceits of pleasure, and not pleasures; and that it was the novelty which pleased, not the quality; and therefore we see that voluptuous men turn friars, and ambitious princes turn melancholy. But of knowledge there is no satiety, but satisfaction and appetite are perpetually interchangeable.--_Bacon._
Where God hath a temple, the Devil will have a chapel.
Smile with an intent to do mischief, or cozen him whom he salutes.
As clear and as manifest as the nose in a man's face.
Employment, sir, and hardships prevent melancholy.
Let it not be imagined that the life of a good Christian must necessarily be a life of melancholy and gloominess; for he only resigns some pleasures, to enjoy others infinitely greater.
They do not live but linger.
Like a hog, or dog in the manger, he doth only keep it because it shall do nobody else good, hurting himself and others.
They lard their lean books with the fat of others' works.
crucify the soul of man, attenuate our bodies, dry them, wither them, shrivel them up like old apples, make them so many anatomies.[188-1]
When lovely woman stoops to folly / And finds, too late, that men betray, / What charm can soothe her melancholy? / What art can wash her guilt away?
I say with Didacus Stella, a dwarf standing on the shoulders of a giant may see farther than a giant himself.
One religion is as true as another.
Temptation is a fearful word. It indicates the beginning of a possible series of infinite evils. It is the ringing of an alarm bell, whose melancholy sounds may reverberate through eternity. Like the sudden, sharp cry of "Fire!" under our windows by night, it should rouse us to instantaneous action, and brace every muscle to its highest tension.--_Horace Mann._
Penny wise, pound foolish.
Aristotle said melancholy men of all others are most witty.
Moping melancholy.
Why remain sad and idle? Why exhaust thyself in the anguish of melancholy? Have courage, do violence to thyself; meditate on the passion of Jesus Christ, and thou shalt overcome thy sorrow.--BL. HENRY SUSO.
Carcasses bleed at the sight of the murderer.
As much valour is to be found in feasting as in fighting, and some of our city captains and carpet knights will make this good, and prove it.
Out of too much learning become mad.
Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste.
Whatever is highest and holiest is tinged with melancholy. The eye of genius has always a plaintive expression, and its natural language is pathos. A prophet is sadder than other men; and He who was greater than all prophets was "a man of sorrow and acquainted with grief."
Can build castles in the air.
The Devil himself, which is the author of confusion and lies.
Like ?sop's fox, when he had lost his tail, would have all his fellow foxes cut off theirs.
Who cannot give good counsel? 'T is cheap, it costs them nothing.
To these crocodile tears they will add sobs, fiery sighs, and sorrowful countenance.
Were it not that they are loath to lay out money on a rope, they would be hanged forthwith, and sometimes die to save charges.
I had not time to lick it into form, as a bear doth her young ones.
To enlarge or illustrate this power and effect of love is to set a candle in the sun.
Going as if he trod upon eggs.
See one promontory (said Socrates of old), one mountain, one sea, one river, and see all.
Almost in every kingdom the most ancient families have been at first princes' bastards; their worthiest captains, best wits, greatest scholars, bravest spirits in all our annals, have been base .
A mere madness, to live like a wretch and die rich.
It is at once by way of poetry and through poetry, as with music, that the soul glimpses splendors from beyond the tomb; and when an exquisite poem brings one’s eyes to the point of tears, those tears are not evidence of an excess of joy, they are witness far more to an exacerbated melancholy, a disposition of the nerves, a nature exiled among imperfect things, which would like to possess, without delay, a paradise revealed on this very same earth.
Homer himself must beg if he want means, and as by report sometimes he did "go from door to door and sing ballads, with a company of boys about him."
Like the watermen that row one way and look another.
Forc'd from their homes, a melancholy train, To traverse climes beyond the western main; Where wild Oswego spreads her swamps around, And Niagara stuns with thundering sound.
Fear and sorrow are the true characters and inseparable companions of most melancholy.
Seneca thinks the gods are well pleased when they see great men contending with adversity.
Cookery is become an art, a noble science; cooks are gentlemen.
There 's not a string attuned to mirth But has its chord in melancholy.
Terence, this is stupid stuff: You eat your victuals fast enough; There can't be much amiss, 'tis clear, To see the rate you drink your beer. But oh, good Lord, the verse you make, It gives a chap the belly-ache. The cow, the old cow, she is dead; It sleeps well the horned head: We poor lads, 'tis our turn now To hear such tunes as killed the cow. Pretty friendship 'tis to rhyme Your friends to death before their time. Moping, melancholy mad: Come, pipe a tune to dance to, lad. -- A. E. Housman
African violet: Such worth is rare Apple blossom: Preference Bachelor's button: Celibacy Bay leaf: I change but in death Camelia: Reflected loveliness Chrysanthemum, red: I love Chrysanthemum, white: Truth Chrysanthemum, other: Slighted love Clover: Be mine Crocus: Abuse not Daffodil: Innocence Forget-me-not: True love Fuchsia: Fast Gardenia: Secret, untold love Honeysuckle: Bonds of love Ivy: Friendship, fidelity, marriage Jasmine: Amiablity, transports of joy, sensuality Leaves (dead): Melancholy</p> Lilac: Youthful innocence Lilly: Purity, sweetness Lilly of the valley: Return of happiness Magnolia: Dignity, perseverance * An upside-down blossom reverses the meaning.
He pulled the note out and kissed it; then paused and reflected. "How strange it all is! how strange!" he muttered, melancholy enough now. In moments of great joy, he invariably felt a sensation of melancholy come over him--he could not tell why.
All four were madly pretty. A good old classic poet, then famous, a good fellow who had an Eleonore, M. le Chevalier de Labouisse, as he strolled that day beneath the chestnut-trees of Saint-Cloud, saw them pass about ten o'clock in the morning, and exclaimed, "There is one too many of them," as he thought of the Graces. Favourite, Blachevelle's friend, the one aged three and twenty, the old one, ran on in front under the great green boughs, jumped the ditches, stalked distractedly over bushes, and presided over this merry-making with the spirit of a young female faun. Zephine and Dahlia, whom chance had made beautiful in such a way that they set each off when they were together, and completed each other, never left each other, more from an instinct of coquetry than from friendship, and clinging to each other, they assumed English poses; the first keepsakes had just made their appearance, melancholy was dawning for women, as later on, Byronism dawned for men; and the hair of the tender sex began to droop dolefully. Zephine and Dahlia had their hair dressed in rolls. Listolier and Fameuil, who were engaged in discussing their professors, explained to Fantine the difference that existed between M. Delvincourt and M. Blondeau.
"He wouldn't be an elder ... he would refuse ... he wouldn't serve a cursed innovation ... he wouldn't imitate their foolery," other voices chimed in at once. And it is hard to say how far they might have gone, but at that moment the bell rang summoning them to service. All began crossing themselves at once. Father Ferapont, too, got up and crossing himself went back to his cell without looking round, still uttering exclamations which were utterly incoherent. A few followed him, but the greater number dispersed, hastening to service. Father Paďssy let Father Iosif read in his place and went down. The frantic outcries of bigots could not shake him, but his heart was suddenly filled with melancholy for some special reason and he felt that. He stood still and suddenly wondered, "Why am I sad even to dejection?" and immediately grasped with surprise that his sudden sadness was due to a very small and special cause. In the crowd thronging at the entrance to the cell, he had noticed Alyosha and he remembered that he had felt at once a pang at heart on seeing him. "Can that boy mean so much to my heart now?" he asked himself, wondering.
The chamber which Marius occupied had a dilapidated brick pavement; this one was neither tiled nor planked; its inhabitants stepped directly on the antique plaster of the hovel, which had grown black under the long-continued pressure of feet. Upon this uneven floor, where the dirt seemed to be fairly incrusted, and which possessed but one virginity, that of the broom, were capriciously grouped constellations of old shoes, socks, and repulsive rags; however, this room had a fireplace, so it was let for forty francs a year. There was every sort of thing in that fireplace, a brazier, a pot, broken boards, rags suspended from nails, a bird-cage, ashes, and even a little fire. Two brands were smouldering there in a melancholy way.
The ascent is precipitous, but the path is cut into continual and short windings, which enable you to surmount the perpendicularity of the mountain. It is a scene terrifically desolate. In a thousand spots the traces of the winter avalanche may be perceived, where trees lie broken and strewed on the ground, some entirely destroyed, others bent, leaning upon the jutting rocks of the mountain or transversely upon other trees. The path, as you ascend higher, is intersected by ravines of snow, down which stones continually roll from above; one of them is particularly dangerous, as the slightest sound, such as even speaking in a loud voice, produces a concussion of air sufficient to draw destruction upon the head of the speaker. The pines are not tall or luxuriant, but they are sombre and add an air of severity to the scene. I looked on the valley beneath; vast mists were rising from the rivers which ran through it and curling in thick wreaths around the opposite mountains, whose summits were hid in the uniform clouds, while rain poured from the dark sky and added to the melancholy impression I received from the objects around me. Alas! Why does man boast of sensibilities superior to those apparent in the brute; it only renders them more necessary beings. If our impulses were confined to hunger, thirst, and desire, we might be nearly free; but now we are moved by every wind that blows and a chance word or scene that that word may convey to us.
Suddenly, by common impulse, we found ourselves on our feet, mumbling together into the smooth lifting unison of the _Internationale._ A grizzled old soldier was sobbing like a child. Alexandra Kollontai rapidly winked the tears back. The immense sound rolled through the hall, burst windows and doors and seared into the quiet sky. “The war is ended! The war is ended!” said a young workman near me, his face shining. And when it was over, as we stood there in a kind of awkward hush, some one in the back of the room shouted, “Comrades! Let us remember those who have died for liberty!” So we began to sing the Funeral March, that slow, melancholy and yet triumphant chant, so Russian and so moving. The _Internationale_ is an alien air, after all. The Funeral March seemed the very soul of those dark masses whose delegates sat in this hall, building from their obscure visions a new Russia--and perhaps more.