Sarah

“Melancholy were the sounds on a winter's night.”
― Virginia Woolf, Jacob's Room

“The melancholy river bears us on. When the moon comes through the trailing willow boughs, I see your face, I hear your voice and the bird singing as we pass the osier bed. What are you whispering? Sorrow, sorrow. Joy, joy. Woven together, like reeds in moonlight.”
― Virginia Woolf

“You felt a deep sorrow, the kind of melancholy you feel when you're in a beautiful place and the sun is going down”
― Thrity Umrigar, The Space Between Us