Quotes About Desolation

Nu mai erau oameni pe strad?. Erau zvonuri care c?rau gen?i.

The Gingerbread House sat sullenly in the downpour.

In this great stretch of country there is no sign of life, nor of anything appertaining to life. There is no bird in the steel-blue heaven, no movement upon the dull, grey earth—above all, there is absolute silence. Listen as one may, there is no shadow of a sound in all that mighty wilderness; nothing but silence—complete and heart-subduing silence.

In this great stretch of country there is no sign of life, nor of anything appertaining to life. There is no bird in the steel-blue heaven, no movement upon the dull, grey earth—above all, there is absolute silence. Listen as one may, there is no shadow of a sound in all that mighty wilderness; nothing

which had cast him out. It needed but this to complete the grim suggestiveness

Es que la vida era sólo una tempestad que arrasaba con todo, dejando tras ella sólo algo yermo e irreconocible?

Iako je oko mene bila soba, osje?ala sam se izgubljenom u potpunoj praznini.

La pena es una cosa extraña; nos deja totalmente desamparados. Es como una ventana que se abriera sola; la habitación se queda fría y lo único que podemos hacer es tiritar. Pero cada vez se abre un poco menos, hasta que un día nos preguntamos qué habrá pasado con ella.

Though I must say, I lived in that contented state a long while before I was finally able to look back and admit how desolate my life had once been. I'm sure I could never have told my story otherwise; I don't

Eram o insul? abandonat? în mijlocul oceanului, f?r? trecut È™i cu siguran?? f?r? viitor.

I believe I am in Hell, therefore I am.

I found I could extinguish all human hope from my soul.

Let's leave one alive so that it can be lonely.

The walls are cracked and water runs upon them within threads without sound, black and glistening as blood.

A blurred region, in the heart of vastness, far from earth and heaven, with no ground underfoot, no vault of sky overhead, nothing. I am the prisoner of an alien matter and my body is clothed in a dead, formless substance - or rather I have no body, I am that alien matter.

No sun shall rise today for human eyes to see; the world entire is wrapped round in whirling white, an impenetrable cloud of cold and ice that chills the heart as it freezes the ground.

I WALKED IN A DESERT. AND I CRIED, 'AH, GOD, TAKE ME FROM THIS PLACE!' A VOICE SAID, 'IT IS NO DESERT.' I CRIED, 'WELL, BUT— THE SAND, THE HEAT, THE VACANT HORIZON.' A VOICE SAID, 'IT IS NO DESERT.

We hold on STEVE's still smiling face as MICHAEL passes by. STEVE's eyes follow MICHAEL out of the room and then the smile disappears. It is replaced by a look of hunger and desolation.

Dead fields under a November sky, scattered rose petals brown and turning up at the edges, empty pools scummed with algae, rot, decomposition, dust...

On that gray street, with the smell of industrial smokes in the air and the afternoon bleeding away to evening, downtown Derry looked only marginally more charming than a dead hooker in a church pew.

The over-all impression is one of a town that is waiting to die. It is not enough, these days, to say that Chamberlain will never be the same. It may be closer to the truth to say that Chamberlain will simply never again be.

All alcohol smells the same to me, of sadness and loss.

Certain empty houses that seemed to stare like the faces of people suffering from terrible mental illness. An empty barn on the outskirts of town, the hayloft door swinging open and closed on rusty hinges, first disclosing darkness, then hiding it, then disclosing it again.

There seems to be no air in the air she breaths.