This melancholy London - I sometimes imagine that the souls of the lost are compelled to walk through its streets perpetually. One feels them passing like a whiff of air.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
As to London we must console ourselves with the thought that if life outside is less poetic than it was in the days of old, inwardly its poetry is much deeper.
There's a melancholy sense of things lost in the shabbier British seaside towns; of comfortable failure and better times long gone.
When we arrived in London, my sadness at leaving Paris was turned into despair. After my long stay in the French capital, huge, ponderous, massive London seemed to me as ugly a thing as man could contrive to make.
Sometimes I miss the spirit of London, but it's a very gray place.
The travel writer seeks the world we have lost - the lost valleys of the imagination.
Cities produce in me melancholy or a tension I don't need.
The things that prey on my mind in London seem to disappear as soon as I find myself in a different environment. Survival mode kicks in.
All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter into another!
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.
It's a brooding melancholy that haunts me.
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