Quotes About Desolation

despairing, Cayal had waited until the lowest ebb of the Tide and then, quite deliberately and methodically, set out to put an end to his desolation.

He looks out over his back yard, what's left of it. With the forest gone, the property looks smaller than sixty acres, stripped and shrunken like a dog in the bath. Behind the house, the crew left a single patch of grass, twenty foot square. Beyond lies a vast expanse of bare earth, dry and cocoa-colored, enclosed with chain-link fence. A bleak view, but not half as bad as what lies over the hill. The

There was nothing left. Nothing of him, and nothing of me.

I feel a lot of nothing

The Sierra Madre was like the sea, he thought. Both of them deathless, monotonously eternal, and so indifferent in their magnitude that either could accept the dust of all the world's dead and not have the decency to show it in posture.

At the street corner, a one-storey house built of freestone, but repulsively decrepit and filthy, seemed to command the entrance, like a gaol. And here, indeed, lived La Méchain, like a vigilant proprietess, ever on the watch, exploiting in person her little population of starving tenants.

On a pitch black, starless night, a solitary man was trudging along the main road from Marchiennes to Montsou, ten kilometres of cobblestones running straight as a die across the bare plain between fields of beet.

Hanya orang-orang tak berumah, yang memang sudah tidak punya apa-apa dan karenanya tidak mungkin kehilangan apa-apa, yang ingin melihat tembak-menembak dimulai

The Night Is Darkening Round M The night is darkening round me, The wild winds coldly blow; But a tyrant spell has bound me, And I cannot, cannot go. The giant trees are bending Their bare boughs weighed with snow; The storm is fast descending, And yet I cannot go. Clouds beyond clouds above me, Wastes beyond wastes below; But nothing drear can move me; I will not, cannot go.

A perfect misanthropist's heaven: and Mr. Heathcliff and I are such a suitable pair to divide the desolation between us.

This is certainly a beautiful country!  In all England, I do not believe that I could have fixed on a situation so completely removed from the stir of society.  A perfect misanthropist's heaven: and Mr. Heathcliff and I are such a suitable pair to divide the desolation between us.

perfect misanthropist's heaven: and Mr. Heathcliff and I are such a suitable pair to divide the desolation between us.  A capital fellow!

The grey church looked greyer, and the lonely church looked lonelier.

While I read, I sighed, for it seemed as if all joy had vanished from the world, never to be restored

The Loneliness One dare not sound— ... The Horror not to be surveyed—

I know some lonely houses off the road

The grey steel streets were indeed paltry (not our feelings, and no, not the blues) but those gray streets were dead and cold, despite our warm living selves celebrating the life in us dancing across their surfaces.

Devon had been so lonely, so terribly lonely, for so long. The kind of lonely that sears, that burrows its way deep inside a heart and throbs. Like a gnawing hunger.

Bumfuck Nowhere and Left Ass Cheek of Yemen.

All alone in an empty room.

When I go away from you The world beats dead Like a slackened drum....

Ya no temblaba. No sentía. Todo huía de mí, como los pájaros de Andersen, hacia las Tierras Calientes. No podía llorar, y me tendí suavemente en el suelo mientras oía, o creía oír, el despacioso vaivén de la puerta del pasillo, perdiendo fuerza. Y un campanilleo medio sofocado por el silencio, el silencio que iba repitiendo una voz sin sonido: «Ven, ven, ven…». Fue la primera vez que me morí.

Enfrente, a su espalda, a sus costados, estaban las otras cumbres: Oz, Cuatro Cruces, los agudos colmillos de Sagrado, Vientoduro. Más allá, la lejanía del Negromonte. Casí transparente, más allá de los pinares y las hayas, se adivinaba la ingrata zona de las Artámilas, con su hambre y su miseria.

Keep your love, I have no use for it anymore.