Quotes About Desolation

Now, I'm going through a similar period of struggle and despondency, of patience and impatience, of hope and desolation. But I must plod on and anyway, after a while I'll understand more about making watercolours. If it were that easy, one wouldn't take any pleasure in it. And it's exactly the same with painting.

the death of Jesus took place in a space where God was thought to be absent. It was a space in which God's revelation would not occur, a place that could not witness to divine glory; it was an anti-epiphanic space, for it was the place of the skull.

I Feel Sorry for the Garden No one is thinking about the flowers No one is thinking about the fish No one wants to believe that the garden is dying that the garden's heart has swollen under the sun that the garden is slowly forgetting its green moments …

The stars are dead. The animals will not look.We are left alone with our day, and the time is short, and History to the defeatedMay say Alas but cannot help or pardon.

The wind blows over the lonely of heart, And the lonely of heart is withered away.

My face looks like a wedding cake left out in the rain.

The stars are dead. The animals will not look. We are left alone with our day, and the time is short, and History to the defeated May say Alas but cannot help nor pardon.

It's always winter but it's never Christmas.

I hate death; it takes people away from you. You're left feeling rudderless.

…but there they lay, sprawled across the field, craved far more by the vultures than by wives.

There is a place on earth that is a vast desolate wilderness, a place populated by shadows of the dead in their multitudes, a place where the living are dead, where only death, hate and pain exist.

Death and worse happened on the plains.

Wifeless, mistressless, penniless, vocationless, homeless . . . and now, to top things off, on the run.

The immensity of your isolation is horrifying

He has lost his print upon the earth; he has lost any fire.

Les banlieues tristes des dimanches et les lignes d'intérêt local sont un triste décor

Al Hickey: [following the final shootout] Nobody came... nobody cares. It's still not about anything. Frank Boggs: Yeah, you told me.

La libertà, l'improbabile, impossibile libertà, così lontana da Auschwitz che solo nei sogni osavamo sperarla, era giunta[...]. Era intorno a noi, ma sotto forma di una spietata pianura deserta. Ci aspettavano altre prove, altre fatiche, altre fami, altri geli, altre paure.

poi scese una notte totale, atrocemente gelida, senza luci in cielo né in terra.

No star remained now to navigate by.

I am not only in a cold dark place; I AM a cold dark place.

we've become hollow men, stuffed men, heads filled with straw, no convictions or higher purpose…and for hollow men, the world will end not with a bang but a whimper.

Any town can die without actually drying up and blowing away. It can be as dead as a ghost town even with people still living in it." Gazing

I would die of lonely.