The deep leaden keel of unhappiness

Now that I seem to have attained a temporary calm, I understand how valuable unhappiness can be; melancholy and remorse form the deep leaden keel which enables us to sail into the wind of reality; we run aground sooner than the flat-bottomed pleasure-lovers, but we venture out in weather that would sink them, and we choose our direction. What distinguishes true civilisations from their mass-fabricated substitutes except that tap-root to the Unconscious, the sense of original sin?

Cyril Connolly, The Unquiet Grave (Hamish Hamilton, 1945) p. 86

Diverging equity

He remembered Alejandra and the sadness he'd first seen in the slope of her shoulders which he'd presumed to understand and of which he knew nothing and he felt a loneliness he'd not known since he was a child and he felt wholly alien to the world although he loved it still. He thought that in the beauty of the world were hid a secret. He thought that the world's heart beat at some terrible cost and that the world's pain and its beauty moved in relationship of diverging eqity and that in this headlong deficit the blood of multitudes might ultimately be exacted for the vision of a single flower.

Cormac McCarthy, All The Pretty Horses (Picador, 2010) pp. 289-290

Inconsistent soul that man is!––languishing under wounds, which he has the power to heal!––his whole life a contradiction to his knowledge!––his reason, that precious gift of God to him––(instead of pouring in oil) serving but to sharpen his sensibilities,––to multiply his pains, and render him more melancholy and uneasy under them!

Laurence Sterne, The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy (Penguin Books, 1988) pp. 211-212

All things of grace and beauty such that one holds them to one's heart have a common provenance in pain. Their birth in grief and ashes.

Cormac McCarthy, The Road (Picador, 2007) p. 56

Instead of culminating in hoped-for emancipation, the advances of technology and "Reason" made it that much easier to exploit the South of planet earth, blindly replace human labour by machines, and set up more and more sophisticated subjugation techniques, all through a general rationalisation of the production process. So the modern emancipation plan has been substituted by countless forms of melancholy.

Nicolas Bourriaud, Relational Aesthetics (Les presses du réel: 2002) p. 12

What good is it? Who benefits? Thought is the evasion of feeling. You're only walling up the leaking loneliness.

John Steinbeck, Sweet Thursday (William Heinemann Ltd: 1954) p. 23