I'm a melancholy person. It's how I'm always going to be.

I'm a vulnerable, sensitive person. I overthink everything.

When I find the right person, nothing else will matter, but I'm prepared to kiss a lot of frogs.

So many of the loveliest things in England are melancholy.

A mist is rolling over the fields. Why is a summer mist romantic and autumn mist just sad?

Never give way to melancholy; resist it steadily, for the habit will encroach.