Quotes About Desolation

Please, understand that your life is bad and dreary!

I couldn't have felt more of lonely desolation somehow, had I been robbed of a belief or had missed my destiny in life.

On this road there are no godspoke men. They are gone and I am left and they have taken with them the world.

The whole house seemed to exhale a melancholy breath of emptiness

Everything about life makes me lonely.

When awful darkness and silence reignOver the great Gromboolian plain,Through the long, long wintry nights.

There is ruin and decayIn the House on the Hill:They are all gone away,There is nothing more to say.

Alone, he saw the slanting waves roll in, Each to its impotent annihilation In a long wash of foam, until the sound Become for him a warning and a torture, Like a malign reproof reiterating In vain its cold and only sound of doom.

Per un pò ci ho provato, ma sai bene che quando l'amore si spegne è più freddo della morte. Il problema è che le due parti in causa non si spengono contemporaneamente e quando sei la parte ancora accesa preferiresti essere morto.

As any vitamin deficiency causes health problems; similarly, love deficiency becomes desolation of life; you can treat that, one with vitamins and another with a smile and lovely conduct.

Right after her funeral I felt the way you feel when it suddenly starts raining hard, and you look around and find no place to take shelter.

El dolor no cuajó alrededor de nada.

El olor de la muerte es inconfundible; es un olor a cuerpo sin alma. Las pequeñas cabezas de muñecas, los carritos de niños, las partituras de música, el almanaque, los restos de múltiples colchones, ropas desperdigadas, sólo el teclado de un piano, tendido de fatiga sobre la tierra, todo ello conforma el lenguaje de los escombros.

En el baldío de la calle y en el baldío del corazón, ni quien preguntara por los idos.

The victims," he said, "looked like a field of timothy grass, blown flat by the wind and rain after a summer storm.

Strangeness is the form taken by beauty when beauty has no hope.

Medvienko: Why do you always wear black? Masha: I am in mourning for my life. I am unhappy

The place in her, though, where her tears should have come from, was rough and dry. No, she didn't find any tears in herself to cry for the storyteller. The storyteller didn't exist anymore.

Anna watched as Abel walked across the empty schoolyard, she wondered whether there was a limit to desolation or whether it grew endlessly, infinitely. Desolation with a hundred faces and more, desolation of a hundred different kinds and more, like the color blue.

Sometimes I can't tell the difference anymore, between beauty and desolation. Isn't that weird? Sometimes I don't even know if I'm extremely happy or extremely sad. It happens a lot when I think of you.

Algunas veces ya no puedo ver la diferencia entre la belleza y la desolación. (...). A veces ya no se si estoy extremadamente triste o extremadamente contenta. Me pasa mucho cuando pienso en ti.

Nothing is not only nothing. It is also our prison.

An utterly lonely lady lives a lavish lifestyle.

From the masthead one can see a few patches of open water in different directions, but the main outlook is the same scene of desolate hummocky pack.