Quotes About Desolation

He loved to meditate on a land laid waste, Britain deserted by the legions, the rare pavements riven by frost, Celtic magic still brooding on the wild hills and in the black depths of the forest, the rosy marbles stained with rain, and the walls growing grey.

Unhappiness was my god.

Delivered to oblivion...growing and flowering with incense and weeds to the sullen whine of nasty flies... I loved deserts, burnt out orchards, faded boutiques...I dragged myself down stinking alleyways... General, if there's an old cannon left, aim for the glass of splendid shops, into the living rooms...make the city eat its own dust.

I have withered within me all human hope. With every silent leap of a sullen beast, I have downed and strangled every joy. I have called for executioners; I want to perish chewing on their gun butts. I have called for plagues, to suffocate in sand and blood. Unhappiness has been my god. I have lain down in the mud, and dried myself off in the crime-infested air. I have played the fool to the point of madness.

Delivered to oblivion...growing and flowering with incense and weeds to the sullen whine of nasty flies...I loved deserts, burned out orchards, faded boutiques...I dragged myself down stinking alleyways...General, if there's an old canon left, aim for the glass of splendid shops, into the living rooms...make the city eat its own dust.

Onni Rellonen skrittet med isnende kaldt hjerte mot løa, en gammel og grå bygning som ikke lenger kunne brukes til annet enn å gjøre slutt på livet.

Y así, en tales manos, España se convirtió en un páramo de luto y tristeza, empobrecida, enferma, miserable, dócil, asustada y gris, teniendo como único alivio los toros, el fútbol y la radio

The house was an empty tank full of grief. Their empty ghosts floated everywhere they were not.

The trees seemed to pray for rain; the little horse ponds outside the Chase shrank until only flaked and cracked hollows, like empty dishes, rewarded the maddened cows when they came to drink.

I thought 'I Am Legend' did a really great job of it, and 'Omega Man,' that concept of an empty world.

Now nothing is happening and nothing will ever happen again. Money has taken away everything.

I gave him a photocopy of who I was, without telling him that I was unhappy and humiliated and often, just like him, all alone.

No había nada más frío, nada mas muerto que su corazón.

As for other acquaintances, there is a chill air surrounding those who are down in the world, and people are glad to get away from them, as from a cold room; human beings, mere men and women, without furniture, without anything to offer you, who have ceased to count as anybody, present an embarrassing negation of reasons for wishing to see them, or of subjects on which to converse with them.

Silas himself was feeling the withering desolation of that bereavement about which his neighbours were arguing at their ease.

Sun-bleached bones were most wonderful against the blue - that blue that will always be there as it is now after all man's destruction is finished.

In Cornwall, it is quite possible to take a stride from the richest vegetation into the abomination of desolation. It has been said in mockery that Cornwall does not grow wood enough to make coffins for the people.

When you lose a spouse, you're a widow or widower; when you lose your parents, you're an orphan. When you lose a child, there's no word in the English language for that position, that place that you're left.

Widow. The word consumes itself.

The Dark Night of the Soul.

If my soul was filled with anything, then it was dust and the ashes of possibilities.

I would like to give you more of my heart,but there is nothing more I can give you. I gave you everything and you crushed it into bits.

It seems the loneliest place in the world for something so lovely.

Don't forget that the ocean is full of everything except mercy.