Quotes About Desolation

Never did tombs look so ghastly white. Never did cypress, or yew, or juniper so seem the embodiment of funeral gloom. Never did tree or grass wave or rustle so ominously. Never did bough creak so mysteriously, and never did the far-away howling of dogs send such a woeful presage through the night.

Alone with the dead! I dare not go out, for I can hear the low howl of the wolf through the broken window.

As a sad, grey dawn broke over the hillside he came upon a ruined cottage [named Broken-Heart Farm] which did not so much seem to have broken its heart, as its neck.

But for the rest nothing amused him; nothing satisfied him. All was shadows, emptiness, echoes and dust.

a cold, miserable little hamlet on the eastern coast of America called Piper's Grave.

Emptiness and boredom: what an understatement. What I felt was complete desolation. Desolation, despair, and depression.

Emptiness and boredom: what a complete understatement. What I felt was complete desolation. Desolation, despair and boredom.

Vuoto e noia: che eufemismo. Provavo la desolazione più nera. Desolazione disperazione e depressione. Ci sono altri modi di guardare a tutto ciò? In fondo, una inquietudine di dimensioni tali è un oggetto di lusso. Bisogna essere ben nutriti, vestiti e avere una bella casa, se si vuole aver tempo per tutta questa autocommiserazione.

Lisa's eyes, once so magnetic, now just look empty.

It was as if a complex, sophisticated society of fifteen million people simply walked away from their lives one day and never came back, leaving nothing but deserted cities and abandoned architectural masterpieces in their wake.

I couldn't see the point of getting up. I had nothing to look forward to.

I saw the days of the year stretching ahead like a series of bright, white boxes, and separating one box from another was sleep, like a black shade. Only for me, the long perspective of shades that set off one box from the next day had suddenly snapped up, and I could see day after day after day glaring ahead of me like a white, broad, infinitely desolate avenue.

I am dead to them, even though I once flowered.

I felt dull and flat and full of shattered visions.

I felt myself shrink to a small black dot against all those red and white rugs and that pine paneling. I felt like a hole in the ground.

It didn't seem to be summer any more. I could feel the winter shaking my bones and banging my teeth together, and the big white hotel towel I had dragged down with me lay under my head, numb as a snowdrift.

The moon, also, is merciless: she would drag me Cruelly, being barren. Her radiance scathes me. Or perhaps I have caught her.

In that valley the train shrieks echo like souls on hooks.

The faces were empty as plates, and nobody seemed to be breathing.

Every second the city gets smaller and smaller, only you feel it's really you getting smaller and smaller and lonelier and lonelier, rushing away from all those lights and that excitement at about a million miles and hour.

Sheep In Fog The hills step off into whiteness. People or stars Regard me sadly, I disappoint them. The train leaves a line of breath. O slow Horse the colour of rust, Hooves, dolorous bells ---- All morning the Morning has been blackening, A flower left out. My bones hold a stillness, the far Fields melt my heart. They threaten To let me through to a heaven Starless and fatherless, a dark water.

I simply don't know what to do. All joy and hope is gone.

It didn't seem to be summer any more. I could feel the winter shaking my bones and banging my teeth together, and the big white hotel towel I had dragged down with me lay under my head numb as a snowdrift.

The reason I hadn't washed my clothes or my hair was because it seemed so silly. I saw the days of the year stretching ahead like a series of bright, white boxes, and separating one box from another was sleep, like a black shade. Only for me, the long perspective of shades that set off one box from the next had suddenly snapped up, and I could see day after day after day glaring ahead of me like a white, broad, infinitely desolate avenue.