Melancholy is sorrow with a glass of wine.
M+E+L+A+N+C+H+O+L+Y = 108 = S+O+R+R+O+W
“I want to do drawings which touch people...In figure or landscape I should wish to express, not sentimental melancholy, but serious sorrow.” - Vincent van Gogh
"But when the melancholy fit shall fall
Sudden from heaven like a weeping cloud,
That fosters the droop-headed flowers all,
And hides the green hill in an April shroud;
Then glut thy sorrow on a morning rose.”
- John Keats
"Man could not live if he were entirely impervious to sadness. Many sorrows can be endured only by being embraced, and the pleasure taken in them naturally has a somewhat melancholy character. So, melancholy is morbid only when it occupies too much place in life; but it is equally morbid for it to be wholly excluded from life.” - Emile Durkheim
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