Quotes About Desolation

I'm always being tossed aside, and left to say never mind. I'm always being torn apart, and left alone in the dark.

It's not good when I feel more alone when your by my side then when I'm all by myself...

It's true that being alone and lonely are two completely different things but they are one heck of a painful combination.

For man, there is nothing harder to endure than loneliness.

A lonely flower in a field . A lonely child does not yield. A lonely star in the night sky. A lonely man gives up to die. A lonely car in a lonely street. A lonely girl admits defeat. The loneliness affects us all. A gutless fight, a pit less fall . A lonely time in my daily routine. Sets the tone; a deserted scene. A lonely cow under a lonely tree. A lonely soldier, this is me.

Those nights when you just breakdown realizing how lonely you are, and that nobody even cares

I find myself alone in this world and I'm very sad. Everyone has abandoned me and I am truly alone. I have nobody to talk too, to confide in and share my problems with. I have nobody to cheer me up when I'm down, nobody to love or love me back. I have nobody, I am alone in this world.

I am tired of being lonely in my own home.

Life without you is like; Facebook without friends, Youtube without videos, and Google with no results...

I walked back through those corridors. My mind was bare, my skin bristling as if it would rise off my flesh. Every noise, every touch, the stones beneath my feet, the splash of fountains from a window, crept evilly upon my senses. The air had a stinging weight like ocean waves. I felt myself a stranger to the world.

That is what exile meant: no one was coming, no one ever would. There was fear in that knowledge,

I grieved for him, my hands empty and idle, plucking the air like birds peck at dry earth.

Il dolore più grande è quello di chi viene lasciato da solo sulla terra.

It is like a tomb. This is what it will be, every day, without him.

I was a gray space filled up with nothing.

The door closed, and the room swelled around me like a bruise. When she was here, I could pretend it felt small because of her, but when she left the four wood walls seemed to press towards me, like lungs that had breathed in. The window did not help, for it was too high to see from the bed and too small to take in much air.

No, she had no belief--none. She was completely alone with herself. The world was empty for her, but she didn't know it.

En ocasiones me preocupa que si no me siento conmovida por alguna cosa azul es porque estoy completamente desolada, o muerta. Algunas veces finjo mi entusiasmo. Otras, me temo que soy incapaz de comunicar lo profundo que es.

All I was aware of was this hole, this gaping hole where my heart should have been. I read somewhere once that your heart is supposed to be the same size as your clenched fist, but this hole felt far bigger. It seemed to expand over my whole upper body and it felt cold, vacant - the cooling wind seemed to cut right through it. I felt frail and insubstantial, as if the wind could have blown me away.

The long road has drained me of all feelings and expectations. I don't feel a thing or expect anything now.

Philip Murdstone sat considering the phrase 'depths of despair'. Its plural implied that there were, even now, levels of it he had yet to experience.

Meine Eltern fehlen mir ganz furchtbar, Waise zu sein ist ein Abgrund der Eisamkeit, aus dem ich mich nicht befreien kann.

She was not yet dead. But I was already alone.

O dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon, Irrecoverably dark, total eclipse Without all hope of day!