Quotes About Desolation

By Fortune's adverse buffets overborne To solitude I fled, to wilds forlorn, And not in utter loneliness to live, Myself at last did to the Devil give!

The most evident quality of human life is its loneliness.

Hell is life drying up.

When my bed is empty, Makes me feel awful mean and blue. My springs are getting rusty, Living single like I do.

My life used to be full of everything. Now if you aren't with me I haven't a thing in the world.

The little things that made up the fabric of the first six years of my life were suddenly ripped away, and I didn't have anyone around me who loved me. Not one single person.

The sun in my life, it is gone, it is gone

No messages. Morale losing altitude.

I can't even say sorry," she tells me. "There is not even a Scrabble word for how bad I feel.

I was pure liquid loss, then, for an hour or two.

Not a yard but was part of a shell-hole--not an inch, to be more precise-- And most of the holes held water, and all the water was ice: They stared at the bleak blue heavens like the glazed blue eyes of the slain, Till the snow came, shutting them gently, and sheeting the slaughtered plain.

An existence transfigured by failure.

But he saw only dying light and a dead land. He uttered no prayer, believed in no deity, and knew that the past was devoid of meaning like the present, and a refuge for cowards.

All the poetry is going from Nature,' he cried. 'her lakes and marshes are drained, her seas banked up, her forests cut down. Everywhere we see the vulgarity of desolation spreading.

A luz que eu possuía apagou-se há seis semanas. Não quero ser bom, nem amável, nem corajoso. Se continuar a viver, serei… não essas coisas, mas o oposto delas. E também não é isso que quero; não quero nada.

There are moments when even to the sober eye of reason, the world of our sad humanity may assume the semblance of Hell.

Auf schwarzdunklem Moor oder felswildem Strand Leg' ich mich nieder, wegmüd und krank. Kalt wölbt sich der Himmel von West nach Ost, Weder Mantel noch Decke schützt mich vor Frost. Nur kaltfunkelnde Sterne halten still Wacht – Wer weiß, wo ich ruhn werde in dieser Nacht!«

He was there beside her; yet she was far away from him, alone with her outraged love and her ruined life.

I know what my heart is like       Since your love died: It is like a hollow ledge Holding a little pool       Left there by the tide,       A little tepid pool, Drying inward from the edge. — Edna St. Vincent Millay, "Ebb," Collected Poems . (Harper Perennial Modern Classics; Second Addition edition March 8, 2011)

Ebb I know what my heart is like Since your love died: It is like a hollow ledge Holding a little pool Left there by the tide, A little tepid pool, Drying inward from the edge.

There is no shelter in you anywhere.

No one listened to the music, no one cared, drunk or sober; the noise was not meant for entertainment but for the sustaining of a certain psychological atmosphere, the pervasion of space, the dispersal of unseemly silences. So that a man without anything to say and unable to think could still imagine himself at the vortex of an activity, however meaningless.

There is nothing sadder than a drunk in the rain wishing you well.

How doth the city sit solitary, that was full of people! how is she become as a widow!