Quotes About Desolation

He avoided stepping on the plants—though he wasn't sure why he bothered. The crops hardly seemed worth the effort. Wan, with wilted brown leaves, the plants seemed as depressed as the people who tended them.

Either way, we had him to thank for a world without flowers, where plants grew brown rather than green, and where people could survive in an environment where ash fell from the sky on a regular basis.

La suciedad no tendría que haberse amontonado tan rápidamente, con con tan pocos habitantes, la mayoría de los cuales estaban incapacitados. Era como si Elantris estuviera empeñada en morir, una ciudad suicida».

I," she said as the room hushed again, "know of no other conference like this in the history of Roshar. Perhaps they were common in the days of the Knights Radiant, but certainly nothing like it has occured since the Recreance. I would like to both welcome and thank you, our noble guests. Today we make history." "It only took a Desolation to cause it," Sebarial said from the food table. "The world should end more often. It makes everyone so much more accommodating.

He visto el final, y lo he oído nombrar. La Noche de las Penas, la Verdadera Desolación. La Tormenta Eterna." Recogido el 1 de Nanes, año 1172, 15 segundos antes de la muerte. El sujeto era un joven ojos oscuros de origen desconocido.

Somewhere far beyond this world, I feel nothing anymore

What we're in is a vacuum.

That is about as close as one can get to the greatest loneliness of all, he thought. Being all alone in the world. The final human being, forgotten about.

Era sfinito, eppure non sentiva alcun desiderio di andare a casa. Ogni sera era la stessa cosa. Tornare a casa significava affrontare un oceano di solitudine.

The terrace and the whole place, the lawn and the garden beyond it, all I could see of the park, were empty with a great emptiness.

You've not only dried up my tears; you've dried up my soul.

I was alive. But I was alive without a memory, without a name; I was cut off from hope as well as from remorse or regret. I had no past and would probably have no future; I was buried alive in a void which was the wound that had been dealt me. I was like the wound itself.

The universe has dwindled; it is only a block long and there are no stars, no trees, no rivers. The people who live there are dead; they make chairs which other people sit on in their dreams. In the middle of the street is a wheel and in the hub of the wheel a gallows is fixed. People already dead are trying frantically to mount the gallows, bu the wheel is turning too fast

Visata susitrauk?, liko tik miesto kvartalo dydžio, joje neb?ra žvaigždži?, neb?ra medži?, neb?ra upi?. Žmon?s, kurie ?ia gyvena, yra mir?. Jie dirba k?des, ant kuri? kiti žmon?s s?di sapnuose.

The whole world seemed to unroll like a pornographic film whose tragic theme is impotence.

It's terrible to be civilized, because when you come to the end of the world you have nothing to support the terror of loneliness.

We are all alone here and we are dead . . . Our heroes have killed themselves, or are killing themselves.

When I look down into this fucked out cunt of a whore I feel the whole world beneath me, a world tottering and crumbling, a world used up and polished like a leper's skull.

For a hundred years or more the world, our world, has been dying. And not one man, in these last hundred years or so, has been crazy enough to put a bomb up the asshole of creation and set it off. The world is rotting away, dying piecemeal. But it needs the coup de grâce, it needs to be blown to smithereens.

Ninguna luna plateará nunca su apatía.

P)assages of those books I once wrote in my head came back, like the curled edges of a dream which refuse to flatten out. They would always be flapping there, those curled edges... flapping from the cornices of those dingy shit-brown shanties, those slat-faced saloons, those foul rescue and shelter places where the bleary-eyed, codfish-faced bums hung about like lazy flies, and O God, how miserable they looked, how wasted, how blenched, how withered and hollowed out!

wasteland resembling those vast areas of Australia where the dodo bird, shunned by other feathered species of the bush, forlornly buries his head in the sand and whistles out the other end.

My world of human beings has perished; I was utterly alone in the world and for friends I had the streets, and the streets spoke to me in that sad, bitter language compounded of human misery, yearning, regret, failure, wasted effort.

Comprendo de repente lo terriblemente civilizado que soy... la necesidad que tengo de gente, conversación, libros, teatro, música, cafés, bebidas, etc. Es terrible ser civilizado, porque cuando llegas al fin del mundo no tienes nada que te ayude a soportar el terror de la soledad.