Temperament Melancholy Novels & Stories

He plunged forward angrily with a bottle of whiskey in his hand and a whine cup in the other hand, he stood for a while examining her face till she cried out, calling him name that he wasn't which he found highly disrespectful and disgusting. Melvin is a high stock emotionally dead, proud, workaholic 28 year old man who finds female very annoying and emotionally unstable. He has an anti-social personality and is a first class loner. He withdrew himself from the society when he was 21 and an aspiring musician. A dream he dropped for a reason he never spoke about. “Who are you and what are you doing in my room" he yelled. Drunk Louisa plunged into him, held him by the collar and kissed him rou

Around 3 pm! Knock Knock! Stephan pounded on the door for the umpteen time, wondering why she hadn't come down to eat. From what he understands about her nature, she should be hungry by now. What is she doing? Meanwhile, Mariana hid under the bedsheet seriously reading the blog which was titled: Causes of dominating personalities. 'Some controlling personalities are caused by personality disorder. An unhealthy mindset from childhood also contributes to cold temperaments such as narcissism and antisocial personality disorder, which are associated with lack of empathy and bad tempers.'

Gwenevere tapped her chin with her fingers. No, it doesn’t mean that exactly. I however don’t know exactly why the developer of the four temperaments chose to name it that. But that’s what they look like on the outside. Williams couldn’t believe what she was saying. Sad on the outside. He folded his arm and was about picking an offence when he then realized that he hadn’t been called anything that he wasn’t. They are introverts; they hardly allow anyone into their mind. They are pessimistic and have the possibility of harbouring resentments.

He could cry easily, could feel touched easily, could be very sensible sometimes, and sometimes as well could be very melancholic. Out of a sudden, Fin Hubert Wong rushed into Erito Ricky’s hug. Inside Erito Ricky’s hug, he sobbed a little bit. He sobbed and then he wiped his tears really quickly. Erito Ricky was a bit stunned. He didn’t expect that Fin Hubert could be very melancholic that he could sob inside his hug like this. Fin Hubert really possessed melancholic as well as sensitive feeling like a girl did – he was even more melancholic and more sensitive than a girl was.

' she asked Naima, who was absently nibbling on a buttered piece of toast. 'Dunno.' 'Hey, what's wrong?' She hadn't noticed anything wrong when she'd gone to check on her earlier this morning and this was the second time she was seeing her today. 'I'm good. Just not in the mood, I don't know why, I feel rather sad.' Naima cast her a glance then looked back down at the toast she was nibbling on. 'Hmm, you're melancholic. Excess secretion of black bile.' Naima rolled her eyes expressively. 'You don't say.'

I can’t remember him talking to me like this since forever. “You don’t know how I feel,” I quietly said without looking at him. “I know. We have different kinds of pain that we need to fight within ourselves. Your grandmother left because she needs to. She was tired and can we just be happy for her because finally, she can rest now. She’s been suffering for years now, she’s old.”

Your melancholic temperament made me feel that it was a kind of beauty that was stunning. 'There were many times where I particularly wanted to be a person like you. However, I never had such good training, and I could never become a person like you, so I could only be friends with you.' 'However, at this moment, I finally understood that any kind of melancholic beauty comes with a price. Also, this price is incredibly heavy. It's so heavy that it makes you unable to let out a smile. All you feel deep down is just endless pain and sorrow. Only then could you exude that kind of melancholic beauty.'

"That rope around my mother's neck... that rope that killed my mom, that thing brought a great fear in me. It's killing me. It's a painful souvenir from the past that always haunts me. H-how can I m-move on, Levi?" Slowly, he looked at me. What even broke my heart was to see him crying again. He was supposedly laughing with me, eating with me with his usual happy face, and teasing me to hell, but with his eyes looking at me so helplessly, and sobbing out his grief made me feel so bad about him. A broken heart transfigured with a funny personality. "Caius..." I whispered as I tapped his shoulder. "I'm t-tired..." he mumbled under his breath.