Quotes About Desolation

Where there is hunger there is no hope. There is only desolation and pain. Hunger nurtures violence and fanaticism. A world where people starve will never be safe

Hell is the place where one has ceased to hope.

And nothing to look backward to with pride, and nothing to look forward to with hope.

Abandon every hope, you who enter.

Upon hearing the news I felt completely emptied. Emptied of life, feeling, and hope. I felt as if my very soul had left my body.

I stumbled up the hill back toward the Hab. As I crested the rise, I saw something that made me very happy and something that made me very sad: The Hab was intact (yay!) and the MAV was gone (boo!).

There was an iciness, a sinking, a sickening of the heart - an unredeemed dreariness of thought which no goading of the imagination could torture into aught of the sublime

Do you not then hear this horrible scream all around you that people usually call silence.

maar in die halfdonkerte daar sien sy niks anders as verwaarlosing nie.

And from that day on everything under the sun and moon made me sad—

Juovuksissa taas, ja onko olemassa muuta kuin ikävä tyhjyydestä pois.

wie ein dürrer, kahler Fels steht mein zerstörtes Leben in der Brandung des Weltalls.

She looked at him; she did not speak. He was there beside her, yet she was far away from him, alone with her outraged love and her ruined life. His feelings had nothing in them to make him silent.

Mas o silêncio terrível e o vazio pareciam simbolizar seu futuro – era como se a casa, a rua, o mundo estivessem todos vazios, e ela era a única pessoa consciente um universo sem vida.

It was all, in short, as natural and unnatural, as horrible, intolerable and unescapable, as if she had become young again, with all her desolate and unavoidable life stretching away ahead of her to—this.

When I had been there a little longer, and had seen this phase of crystal clearness followed by long stretches of sunless cold; when the storms of February had pitched their white tents about the devoted village and the wild cavalry of March winds had charged down to their support; I began to understand why Starkfield emerged from its six months' siege like a starved garrison capitulating without quarter.

All general privations are great, because they are all terrible; vacuity, darkness, solitude, and silence .

Their squalor, being indescribable, will not be described.

If I could feel like myself I'd thank God but I don't feel and never will.

The lights of the little highway town ahead spread with their approach and then scattered like flushed prey as they entered its limits. Under the filling-station sheds, swirling insects clouded the naked bulbs. The stores were closed; the depot dark.

Mr Earbrass stands on the terrace at twilight. It is bleak; it is cold; and the virtue has gone out of everything. Words drift through his mind: anguish turnips conjunctions illness defeat string parties no parties urns desuetude disaffection claws loss Trebizond napkins shame stones distance fever Antipodes mush glaciers incoherence labels miasma amputation tides deceit mourning elsewards...

Here, though, there is nothing. Nothing at all. The sky seems empty even when I am looking at the moon and stars.

Instead I dreamt of walking out of the world, of spending all my time inside with no one to talk to, and no one to talk to me. All I wanted was a routine, a series of sterile acts that I could perform without dedication or effort, a life where everything was constantly the same, where every day passed exactly like the one before.

There was a mysteriously comforting companionship in the dog's presence. Link found himself talking to him from time to time as to a fellow human. And the words did not echo back in eerie hollowness from the walls, as when he had sometimes sought to ease his desolation by talking aloud to himself.