Quotes About Desolation

Sólo alcanzaba a advertir la casa triste, que Rema estaba como cansada, que apenas llovía y las cosas tenían, sin embargo, algo de húmedo y abandonado

Estaba lugubre como cuando la sombra de Helene viene a habitarlo. A deshabitarlo

Sí, cenizas de la nada, le contesté yo. - Ni cenizas siquiera dijo el hombre. Ya ni los sueños quedan...

porque los atacó la seca, como Juan Rulfo.

Como si un día, de pronto, las gentes hubieran levantado sus cabezas de la tierra, después de tantos siglos, y hubieran descubierto la miseria en que vivían y la posibilidad de remediarla en otra parte. Nadie volvió jamás. Nadie volvió siquiera para llevarse algunas de las cosas que aquí se habían dejado. Y, así, poco a poco, igual que muchos pueblos del contorno, Ainielle fue quedándose vacío, solitario y vacío para siempre.

and in the gloaming of her dwindling strength there yawned a loneliness so total it was beyond death, a loneliness that obliterated all memory, the loneliness of a childhood where she'd not even had her own name

Freezing out," she said. She had her gloves in one hand like a crumpled bouquet.

What is left when there is no love? A rope and rock.

The end of the world, he'd thought. That's where he was. The end of the world was Houston, Texas.

All was a ruin, yet the world did not seem to know or care. In

Now it is dark. Stars soar above the vacant city, heaven's diadem. A century since the last person walked here, and still one cannot travel its streets, as I do, without seeing one's face reflected a thousand-fold.

There were no milestones in the Copper Country. Often a traveler could only measure the progress of a journey by the time it took to get from each spoiled or broken thing to the next: a half-day's walk from a dry well to the muzzle of a cannon poking out of a sand-slope, two hours to reach the skeletons of a man and a mule. The land was losing its battle with time. Ancient and exhausted, it visited decrepitude on everything within its bounds, as though out of spleen.

Stupid,' she said. That was the only word for this sense of enormous loss where there had been so very little to lose.

The desolation and terror of, for the first time, realizing that the mother can lose you, or you her, and your own abysmal loneliness and helplessness without her.

She abandoned me. This was devastating. And the paradox was that the moment she abandoned me, she began to be with me at all times, constantly abandoning me wherever I would go, whatever I would do and with whomever I was. And the pain was unbearable. Hence, I decided to abandon everyone and everything, remaining with nothing, doing nothing and being absolutely alone. Well, the paradox is that she is still there!

No one to love, none to caress, Left all alone in this world's wilderness.

When I drive 'home' and leave you, it makes me feel like I'm driving to nowhere - to nothing - to a place that doesn't make me feel.

There is a lump of desolation beneath the bony dip at my throat. It is no bigger than a coin, this spot, a peculiarly small place to hold such a feeling. I try to shove it to some deeper region, but there it sticks, a fragile skin-thickness from the outside world.

The darkling plain is here. This is the waste land: England, America, Russia, China, Israel, France.... And we are here as victims, or as spectators, or as perpetrators of tortures, massacres, poisonings, manipulations, despoliation.

Sometimes I feel I have nothing in common with anyone. I shamble through the day, […] and each new hour with each new person is a cliff I can't climb —

Ah, where will I findFlowers, come winter,And where the sunshineAnd shade of the earth?Walls stand coldAnd speechless, in the windThe weathervanes creak.

What sorrow is like to the sorrow of one who is alone?

Our ultimate goal is the preservation of all Roshar," Dalinar said softly. "We've seen the cost of division in our ranks. Because of it, we failed to stop the Everstorm. But that was just the trial run, the sparring before the real fight. To face the Desolation, I will find a way to do what my ancestor the Sunmaker failed to do through conquest. I will unify Roshar.

Without the glowing fruit, the place was as black as the inside of a can of black paint that had also been painted black.