Spleen Quotes

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i-was-borne-by-sperents-spleen-in-bearing-queen-i-was-borne-by-sepents-spleen-carried-in-bearing-queen-wretched
it-raises-my-spleen-more-than-anything-jane-austen
superstition-is-spleen-soul-alexander-pope
kind-pity-chokes-my-spleen-john-donne
im-now-convinced-that-im-doctor-i-mean-if-someone-says-they-have-pain-im-like-well-thats-your-spleen-olivia-wilde
spleen-can-subsist-on-any-kind-food-william-hazlitt
my-character-rick-spleen-is-whatif-version-me-really-where-nothing-did-quite-turn-out-right-everything-else-is-still-around-corner-jack-dee
there-is-nothing-more-galling-to-angry-people-than-the-coolness-of-those-on-whom-they-wish-to-vent-their-spleen
the-bible-itself-ultimate-curse-is-indepth-profile-divine-spleen-ruth-hurmence-green
the-earliest-period-at-which-i-have-been-able-to-detect-existence-spleen-in-human-embryo-is-at-second-month
do-i-believe-in-god-i-did-until-mothers-accident-she-fell-on-some-meat-loaf-it-penetrated-her-spleen-woody-allen
there-is-luxury-in-selfdispraise-and-inward-selfdisparagement-affords-to-meditative-spleen-grateful-feast-william-wordsworth
there-are-come-critics-with-spleen-diseased-they-scarcely-come-inclining-to-be-pleased-and-sure-he-must-have-more-than-mortal-skill-who-please-one-william-congreve
it-is-pleasant-to-see-notorious-profligate-seized-with-concern-for-religion-converting-his-spleen-into-zeal-joseph-addison
the-entire-substance-spleen-at-early-period-is-almost-entirely-composed-nuclei-granular-matter
i-believe-that-power-which-spleen-possesses-regulating-its-amount-blood-depends-entirely-upon-mechanical-properties
i-thought-that-through-strip-i-could-vent-my-spleen-be-funny-at-same-time-but-when-it-comes-to-humor-theres-no-substitute-for-reality-politicians
my-lawyers-will-fricassee-your-testicles-for-breakfast-and-if-you-dare-board-my-plane-without-warrant-your-spleen-will-follow-dan-brown
if-faultless-poem-could-be-produced-i-am-satisfied-it-would-tire-critics-themselves-annoy-whole-reading-world-with-spleen-walter-scott
in-imperfect-records-left-anatomy-ancient-egyptians-no-trace-any-knowledge-spleen-can-be-ascertained
above-all-things-physical-it-is-more-important-to-be-beautiful-on-inside-to-have-big-hear-open-mind-spectacular-spleen-ellen-degeneres
no-ruler-should-put-troops-into-field-merely-to-gratify-his-own-spleen-no-general-should-fight-battle-simply-out-pique-sun-tzu
the-vesicles-spleen-which-form-one-most-important-elements-this-organ-in-its-mature-state-are-not-developed-until-period-incubation-is-near-to-its-completion
i-have-removed-spleen-from-dog-from-cats-rabbits-in-all-cases-animals-survived-operation-did-not-appear-to-be-in-least-affected-by-absence-organ
one-good-hearty-laugh-is-bombshell-exploding-in-right-place-while-spleen-discontent-are-gun-that-kicks-over-man-who-shoots-it-off-thomas-de-witt-talmage
i-missed-him-much-that-i-had-physical-sensations-loss-all-over-my-body-like-one-minute-i-was-missing-arm-next-my-spleen-it-was-making-me-feel-sick-augusten-burroughs
are-there-moments-when-i-see-unrequited-crushes-exboyfriends-slow-dancing-with-their-dates-kind-want-to-stab-myself-in-spleen-with-salad-fork-sloane-crosley
advance-our-standards-set-upon-our-foes-our-ancient-word-courage-fair-saint-george-inspire-us-with-spleen-fiery-dragons-william-shakespeare
my-father-simon-hoggart-was-diagnosed-with-pancreatic-cancer-in-june-2010-by-this-point-it-had-spread-to-his-spleen-metastasised-in-his-lungs-was-pronounced-terminal
now-i-am-just-elderly-lady-who-is-full-spleen-who-humps-around-greater-boston-in-godawful-hat-who-never-lived-yet-outlived-her-time-hating-men-anne-sexton
read-day-night-devour-booksthese-sleeping-pillsnot-to-know-but-to-forget-through-books-you-can-retrace-your-way-back-to-origins-spleen-discarding-emile-m-cioran
then-sentimental-passion-vegetable-fashion-must-excite-yourlanguid-spleenan-attachment-la-plato-for-bashful-young-potato-anottoofrench-french-w-s-gilbert
in-all-thy-humours-whether-grave-mellow-thourt-such-touchy-testy-pleasant-fellow-hast-much-wit-mirth-spleen-about-thee-there-is-no-living-with-joseph-addison
what-about-person-who-has-spleen-removed-amputee-the-gift-life-is-greatest-gift-person-can-give-dale-flowers
dreams-dont-come-true-dreams-die-dreams-get-compromised-dreams-end-up-dealing-meth-in-booth-at-back-olive-garden-dreams-choke-to-death-on-bay-douglas-coupland
Spleen Je suis comme le roi d'un pays pluvieux, Riche, mais impuissant, jeune et pourtant tre¨s vieux, Qui, de ses precepteurs meprisant les courbettes, S'ennuie avec ses chiens comme avec d'autres beªtes. Rien ne peut l'egayer, ni gibier, ni faucon, Ni son peuple mourant en face du balcon. Du bouffon favori la grotesque ballade Ne distrait plus le front de ce cruel malade; Son lit fleurdelise se transforme en tombeau, Et les dames d'atour, pour qui tout prince est beau, Ne savent plus trouver d'impudique toilette Pour tirer un souris de ce jeune squelette. Le savant qui lui fait de l'or n'a jamais pu De son eªtre extirper l'element corrompu, Et dans ces bains de sang qui des Romains nous viennent, Et dont sur leurs vieux jours les puissants se souviennent, II n'a su rechauffer ce cadavre hebete Oe¹ coule au lieu de sang l'eau verte du Lethe I'm like the king of a rain-country, rich but sterile, young but with an old wolf's itch, one who escapes his tutor's monologues, and kills the day in boredom with his dogs; nothing cheers him, darts, tennis, falconry, his people dying by the balcony; the bawdry of the pet hermaphrodite no longer gets him through a single night; his bed of fleur-de-lys becomes a tomb; even the ladies of the court, for whom all kings are beautiful, cannot put on shameful enough dresses for this skeleton; the scholar who makes his gold cannot invent washes to cleanse the poisoned element; even in baths of blood, Rome's legacy, our tyrants' solace in senility, he cannot warm up his shot corpse, whose food is syrup-green Lethean ooze, not blood. - Robert Lowell, from Marthiel and Jackson Matthews, eds., The Flowers of Evil (NY: New Directions, 1963)

Charles Baudelaire
spleen-je-suis-comme-le-roi-dun-pays-pluvieux-riche-mais-impuissant-jeune-et-pourtant-tres-vieux-qui-de-ses-precepteurs-meprisant-les-courbettes-sennuie-avec-ses-chiens-comme-ave
Call me Ishmael. Some years ago-never mind how long precisely-having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen and regulating the circulation. Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people's hats off-then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can. This is my substitute for pistol and ball. With a philosophical flourish Cato throws himself upon his sword; I quietly take to the ship. There is nothing surprising in this. If they but knew it, almost all men in their degree, some time or other, cherish very nearly the same feelings towards the ocean with me. There now is your insular city of the Manhattoes, belted round by wharves as Indian isles by coral reefs-commerce surrounds it with her surf. Right and left, the streets take you waterward. Its extreme downtown is the battery, where that noble mole is washed by waves, and cooled by breezes, which a few hours previous were out of sight of land. Look at the crowds of water-gazers there. Circumambulate the city of a dreamy Sabbath afternoon. Go from Corlears Hook to Coenties Slip, and from thence, by Whitehall, northward. What do you see?-Posted like silent sentinels all around the town, stand thousands upon thousands of mortal men fixed in ocean reveries. Some leaning against the spiles; some seated upon the pier-heads; some looking over the bulwarks of ships from China; some high aloft in the rigging, as if striving to get a still better seaward peep. But these are all landsmen; of week days pent up in lath and plaster-tied to counters, nailed to benches, clinched to desks. How then is this? Are the green fields gone? What do they here? But look! here come more crowds, pacing straight for the water, and seemingly bound for a dive. Strange! Nothing will content them but the extremest limit of the land; loitering under the shady lee of yonder warehouses will not suffice. No. They must get just as nigh the water as they possibly can without falling in. And there they stand-miles of them-leagues. Inlanders all, they come from lanes and alleys, streets and avenues-north, east, south, and west. Yet here they all unite. Tell me, does the magnetic virtue of the needles of the compasses of all those ships attract them thither? Once more. Say you are in the country; in some high land of lakes. Take almost any path you please, and ten to one it carries you down in a dale, and leaves you there by a pool in the stream. There is magic in it. Let the most absent-minded of men be plunged in his deepest reveries-stand that man on his legs, set his feet a-going, and he will infallibly lead you to water, if water there be in all that region. Should you ever be athirst in the great American desert, try this experiment, if your caravan happen to be supplied with a metaphysical professor. Yes, as every one knows, meditation and water are wedded for ever.

Herman Melville
call-me-ishmael-some-years-agonever-mind-how-long-preciselyhaving-little-no-money-in-my-purse-nothing-particular-to-interest-me-on-shore-i-thought-i-would-sail-about-little-see-w