Quotes About Desolation

No one can make up the loss, no one can replace you, you took away me, I am left with nothing.

I don't mind being alone, I just hate feeling along.

Leave me to rot in the position I am. No one will ever know I'm gone.

Being replaced is the worst feeling ever. One moment you think that you mean the world to them, and then before you know it, you're all alone.

Lonely is not a feeling when you are alone. Lonely is a feeling when no one cares.

I grew up in the suburbs and basically associate the suburbs with cultural death.

When I'd woken the next morning, I'd done so in a dislocated world of dimmed daylight and diluted colors, a sodden world, feeling like I was a castaway on an alien planet.

Do you wanna play? Everyone's dead, so I got bored. Did you come to play with me?--Wrath

This isolation, this deep pit in the bottom of my stomach, didn't have to hurt so much." - Aquamarine Rosabelle bonus included in Dreams, Smiles, and Bloody Tears

The cold is lonely person's way of feeling alone and death

This was how the world ended. Not with a bang, but with a whimper.

They buried him in dirt that smelled like broken batteries, and crouched in a fiberglass shed while the acid rain poured down to dissolve his flesh and bleach his bones.

I would have to say loneliness is next to uncleanliness.

I'm perpetually lonely.

It's a terrible feeling being lonely.

He has described in precise, measured words the beautiful desolation he feels at the close of novels where the message is that there is no end to human suffering, only endurance.

He has described in precise, measured words the beautiful desolation he feels at the close of novels where the message is that there is no end to human suffering, only endurance. He has spoken of endings that are muted, but which echo longer in the memory than louder, more explosive denouements. He has explained why it is that ambiguity touches his heart more nearly than the death and marriage style of finish that I prefer.

Not even a ghost could survive here.

Opportunity, adventure, sunsets, dusty death.

The ruins stood above the hissing traffic like some monument to doomed expectations.

I was living, in short, on the edge of a landscape of vast shame.

There was no breeze, not the slightest current; the day lay like a filthy blanket upon the city.

I was as depressed as I have ever been in my life.

There was a strong sense of being alone, in wintry deadness. Nothing made sense in any direction.