Quotes About Desolation

Abandoned buildings are like abandoned people. They grow bitter and start to keep bad company.

How empty seems the town now you are gone! A wilderness of sad streets, where gaunt walls Hide nothing to desire.

The very ruins have been destroyed.

I'm having a hard time writing about Sunday. Getting the long hollow feeling of Sundays. No mail and faraway lawn mowers, the hopelessness.

they will empty your eyes of everything you love

Isolation, I think, is the worst thing in the world.

Meanwhile, we chip ice, shovel snow, thaw pipes, scrape windows. Winter lasts forever on this god-forsaken world.

The sky was as dark as it had ever been. Frozen, exhausted, and out of breath, they fumbled forward together once more. In the end, all they had done was cross from one kind of desolation to another.

I had a sudden image of myself as a sort of large dark simian something slumped there at the table, or not a something but a nothing, rather, a hole in the room, a palpable absence, a darkness visible.

When he closed his eyes, everything around him just felt empty and cold, as if he was in the loneliest place in the world. The middle of nowhere.

Cuando cerraba los ojos, sólo notaba vacío y frío alrededor, como si se hallara en el lugar más solitario del planeta. Era como el fondo de la nada.

And therefore a giant hammer of pure stupidity lashed out of the screen and felled me again. I lay mewling, clutching my head with my sweaty hands, whimpering for my Mommy to make it stop. MAKE IT STOP! But it did not stop. It. Did. Not. Stop. -- The Desolation of Tolkien

The landings were dirty and the walls were bare. This stairway brought me into the balcony, and I sat there in the dark, thinking that nothing now was going to save me, that no pretty girl with new shoes was going to cross my path in time.

A lonely man is a lonesome thing, a stone, a bone, a stick, a receptacle for Gilbey's gin, a stooped figure sitting at the edge of a hotel bed, heaving copious sighs like the autumn wind

I have ever since (his wife's death) seemed to myself broken off from mankind; a kind of solitary wanderer in the wild of life, without any direction, or fixed point of view: a gloomy gazer on the world to which I have little relation

Loneliness is the ultimate poverty

Loneliness is the most terrible poverty.

Sometimes, when one person is missing, the whole world seems depopulated.

Our love kills the place.. I'm better off without you, yes I'm better off alone.

I do not hate you, but I have lost all the reasons to love you.

Today was just another, emotionless and stale. Every time I try to reach you, I always seem to fail.

Wasted a space in my heart just for you...and get nothing back in returns...

Paralyzed by the thought of tomorrow, just please release my sorrow, it's too much to swallow, my soul is now hollow

There are moments when, even to the sober eye of Reason, the world of our sad humanity must assume the aspect of Hell