Quotes About Desolation

And lonely as it is that loneliness Will be more lonely ere it will be less-- A blanker whiteness of benighted snow With no expression, nothing to express. They cannot scare me with their empty spaces Between stars--on stars where no human race is. I have it in me so much nearer home To scare myself with my own desert places.

When he reached the wire gate he stopped and stood looking back toward the horse barn and the cow lots. Then he raised his head and peered up at the stars. He spoke aloud. You dumb old son of a bitch, he said. You dumb old ignorant stupid son of a bitch. Then

A dry, barren field, out beyond wish and lament, beyond dream and disillusionment. There, the future did not matter. And the past held only this wisdom: that love was a damaging mistake, and its accomplice, hope, a treacherous illusion.

a brushstroke of color on the gray,barren canvas

Rubble and beggars. Everywhere I looked, that was what I saw.

Once through this ruined city did I pass I espied a lonely bird on a bough and asked 'What knowest thou of this wilderness?' It replied: 'I can sum it up in two words: 'Alas, Alas!

Never had I beheld such despair.

bleak territory of the heart.

Sometimes loneliness is an emergency situation

I know." She sighed. "We'll all say that. We'll all go on and make the place safe. Roads, cities. New sky, new soil. Until it's all some kind of Siberia or Northwest Territories, and Mars will be gone and we'll be here, and we'll wonder why we feel so empty. Why when we look at the land we can never see anything but our own faces.

all of them we went to Desolation, despite the

Oh I miss you Hetti Moore But there's no one here left to tell - The world has gone black before my eyes.

Kim Stanley Robinson

spewed up like a broken spider-crab on the tarry shingle of the morning.

A swarm of tiny noxious animals had bored a way into my inner man and hollowed me out.

Det begyndte å komme rotne flækker i mit indre, sorte svamper som bredte sig mere og mere.

It is a sad spectacle, a dead town trying to pretend it is alive.

Jeg synes synd i dig, Åse, men fortryt ikke på at jeg ler når jeg ser dig, haha, du er så stiv og indtørket, du har vel ikke engang vand i skrævet. Jeg kunde hjelpe dig med en skjærv, men jeg vil ikke had dig på fingrene. Nei. Du er det som det ikke engang er navn på fra Gud, så ussel er du. Bli i freden!

This is my desolate period; my wheels stop, my hair stops growing, my nails stop growing, everything stops growing but the days of my life.

When it got dark I jogged along to the Town Hall--God knows how I got there--and sat on the edge of the balustrade. I tore a pocket out of my coat and took to chewing it; not with any defined object, but with dour mien and unseeing eyes, staring straight into space.

Still, Kaderin sighed, unable to help feeling very old and very alone.

Freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose.

N-no-o, all that excitement, it wouldn't reach us,' Timosha spoke gloomily. 'We're like the sunken city of Kitezh, living at the bottom of the lake. We do not hear a thing, and the water over us is muddy and sleepy. And on the surface, way above - why, everything's in flames, and the alarms are ringing.' ("A Provincial Tale")

Without her the sun of tomorrow will be merely a tin circle, and the sky, tin painted blue, and I myself.