Quotes About Desolation

I realize full well how hard it must be to go on living alone in a place from which someone has left you, but there is nothing so cruel in this world as the desolation of having nothing to hope for.

Something inside me had dropped away, and nothing came in to fill the cavern.

I am nothing. I'm like someone who's been thrown into the ocean at night, floating all alone. I reach out, but no one is there. I call out, but no one answers. I have no connection to anything.

Loneliness becomes an acid that eats away at you.

Everyone just keeps on disappearing. Some things vanish, like they were cut away. Others fade slowly into the mist. And all that remains is a desert.

There is nothing so cruel in this world as the desolation of having nothing to hope for.

Once she was out of the car and gone, my world was suddenly hollow and meaningless.

Sometimes, however, this sense of isolation, like acid spilling out of a bottle, can unconsciously eat away at a person's heart and dissolve it.

One of these days they'll be making a film where the whole human race gets wiped out in a nuclear war, but everything works out in the end.

I am here, alone, at the end of the world. I reach out and touch nothing.".

I was enveloped in numbness, and absence of feeling so deep the bottom was lost from view.

There's nothing at all in here, she said much later, her voice hoarse. I'm cleaned out. Empty.

The world is full of lonely things, but not many could be lonelier than waking up alone in the morning in a love hotel.

Reality is endlessly cold and lonely.

The kind of helpless feeling when everything you're used to has been ripped away. Like there's no more gravity, and I'm left to drift in outer space with no idea where I'm going.

My life ended when I was 20. Since then it's been merely a series of endless reminiscences, a dark, winding corridor leading nowhere. Nevertheless, I had to live it, surviving each empty day, seeing each day off still empty.

He was going to die soon, you knew when you saw those eyes. There was no sign of life in his flesh, just the barest traces of what had once been a life. His body was like a dilapidated old house from which all furniture and fixtures have been removed and which awaited now only its final demolition. Around the dry lips sprouted clumps of whiskers like so many weeds. So, I thought, even after so much of his life force had been lost, a man's beard continued to grow.

It was as good as sealing yourself into a dungeon. Walled in, with nowhere to go but your own doom.

He was going to die soon, you knew when you saw those eyes. There was no sign of life in his flesh, just the barest traces of what had once been a life. His body was like a dilapidated old house from which all furniture and fixtures have been removed and which awaited now only its final demolition.

All the colorful lights had been turned off and the sky was the color of television static.

A sword age, a wind age, a wolf age. No longer is there mercy among men.

I couldn't see anything. There was nothing in me, and nothing outside of me... I had no reason.

It could not be that a free citizen of New-York, who had wronged no man, nor violated any law, should be dealt with thus inhumanly. The more I contemplated my situation, however, the more I became confirmed in my suspicions. It was a desolate thought, indeed. I felt there was no trust or mercy in unfeeling man; and commending myself to the God of the oppressed, bowed my head upon my fettered hands, and wept most bitterly.

I felt dry as if someone had skinned me. I was not the bones and meat, but the cast-aside skin. The heat had hollowed me.