Quotes About Desolation

No one will read what I write here, no one will come to help me... My ship is rudderless, it's driven by the wind blowing into the nethermost regions of death.

Dizer que me abandonaste seria injusto, mas dizer que estava abandonado e, no momento, terrivelmente abandonado, isso é verdade.

23 februarie. M? bucur? ÅŸi m? întristeaz? pentru c? eu nu am nimic.

From the top of a high rock, I obtained a good few of the most extensive and dreary wilderness I ever beheld. It chilled the heart to gaze on these barrens of Labrador. Indeed, I now dread every change of harbor, so horridly rugged and dangerous is the whole coast and country to the eye, and to the experienced man either of the sea or the land.

Suddenly, I became conscious of the fact that the driver was in the act of pulling up the horses in the courtyard of a vast ruined castle, from whose tall black windows came no ray of light, and whose broken battlements showed a jagged line against the sky.

The history of Buenos Aires is written in its telephone directory. Pompey Romanov, Emilio Rommel, Crespina D. Z. de Rose, Ladislao Radziwil, and Elizabeta Marta Callman de Rothschild - five names taken at random from among the R's - told a story of exile, desolation, disillusion, and anxiety behind lace curtains.

already more than a thousand years old before anyone ever lived on this bare stretch of desert shore.

The land is like the garden of Eden before them," wrote the author of Joel, "but after them a desolate wilderness.

Our deeper emotional experiences are pushed further away, and we tend, thus, to become emptier and lonelier.

Where is there beauty when you see deprivation and starvation?

hell is not black or fiery. It is an unvaried gray without promise.

We're even more dazed than usual. Here we sit, empty, bewildered, contented. We have nothing to talk about, because nothing happens to us anymore, we're too poor, maybe life is sick of us. Why not?

Her kentte böyle yerler vard?r iÅŸte, o kadar sersemce çirkindirler ki, orada hemen her zaman yaln?zs?n?zd?r

Pero el campo, debo decirlo en seguida, yo nunca he podido apreciarlo, siempre me ha parecido triste, con sus lodazales interminables, sus casas donde la gente nunca está y sus caminos que no van a ninguna parte. Pero, si se le añade la guerra, además, ya es que no hay quien lo soporte.

Al cabo del tiempo, le resultaron tan insoportables los desolados intervalos del día, que empezó a procurarse drogas a fin de aumentar sus períodos de sueño. El hachís le ayudó enormemente, y en una ocasión le trasladó a una región del espacio donde no existen las formas, pero los gases incandescentes estudian los secretos de la existencia. Y un gas violeta le dijo que esta parte del espacio estaba al exterior de lo que él llamaba el infinito.

We crossed a wide river and then everything changed. There were no more fields, no houses, no trees, not even telephone poles. Even the colours were gone, all of them except brown and grey and blue of the late-afternoon sky. The world got emptier and emptier until it looked like a brown ocean of dead velvet, just emptiness covered with short dry grass and low scrub.

I had no children, I did not transmit to any creature the legacy of our misery.

He felt rather like someone lying in a bath after all the water has run out, witless, almost dead.

The broken pink pillars, in the half-light, might have been waiting to fall down on him: the pool, covered with green scum, its steps torn away and hanging by one rotting clamp, to close over his head. The shattered evil-smelling chapel, overgrown with weeds, the crumbling walls, splashed with urine, on which scorpions lurked - wrecked entablature, sad archivolt, slippery stones covered with excreta - this place, where love had once brooded, seemed part of a nightmare.

Yet they had loved one another! But it was as though their love were wandering over some desolate cactus plain, far from here, lost, stumbling and falling, attacked by wild beasts, calling for help—dying, to sigh at last, with a kind of weary peace: Oaxaca.

Oaxaca... The word was like a breaking heart, a sudden peal of stifled bells in a gale, the last syllables of one dying of thirst in the desert.

Your world is just as empty as your heart!

After a while, I hurt so much I didn't feel any difference.

By then I didn't have enough feeling left in my body to cry.