Quotes About Desolation

Think of your woods and orchards without birds! Of empty nests that cling to boughs and beams As in an idiot's brain remembered words Hang empty 'mid the cobwebs of his dreams!

It's the Black Sea in a midnight gale.—It's the unnatural combat of the four primal elements.—It's a blasted heath.— It's a Hyperborean winter scene.—It's the breaking-up of the icebound stream of Time.

Such dreary streets! blocks of blackness, not houses, on either hand, and here and there a candle, like a candle moving about in a tomb.

O! Desolated Scotland, too credulous of fair speeches, and not aware of the calamities which are coming upon you! If you were to judge as I do, you would not easily put your neck under a foreign yoke.

Nobody's bought this land. And no one's going to want it either. It's dying land, lonely land." "Like me, then," I said. "Yes, like you." You chewed the corner of your lip. "You both need saving.

It was all so beautiful, so quiet, and yet with such a full and thrilling sweep from time into eternity that my sorrow was stilled and I could wail no monody. My desolate hour must wait.

The sun rises low - if it rises at all - and hovers close to the horizon, barely skirting the hilltops before losing heart and sinking once more into the icy abyss of night.

Theres a hole in the world like a great black pit and its filled with people who are filled with shit

Once you freeze all the way through to your soul, you will never feel warm again.

Once there was a certain lady . . . And she had no children, and generally no happiness either. And so first she cried for a long time, and then she became wicked . . .

Oh, soltanto colui che è stato vinto sa che significhi questa parola! Essa assomiglia a una sera in una casa in cui si sia guastata la luce elettrica, assomiglia a una stanza sulle cui tappezzerie si diffonde una muffa verde piena di vita insana. Assomiglia a dei bambini rachitici indemoniati, all'olio marcio, a una bestemmia oscena pronunciata da voci femminili nell'oscurità. Insomma, assomiglia alla morte.

What, without you is life eternal? what are my boundless realms infernal? Just empty words, a loud discord, a vast cathedral - with no lord!

Leroy interrupted Chantal's fantasies: Freedom? As you live our your desolation, you can be either unhappy or happy. Having that choice is what constitutes your freedom. You're free to melt your own individuality into the cauldron of the multitude either with a feeling of defeat or euphoria.

Keep your love, I have no use for it anymore.

Nobody's in love with me. I'm so sorry.

He was there beside her, yet she was far away from him, aone with her outraged love and her ruined life.

I know what my heart is like Since your love died: It is like a hollow ledge Holding a little pool Left there by the tide, A little tepid pool, Drying inward from the edge.

Human beings suck the life out of everything that's beautiful.

Was this desolation but another link in the chain of doom which seemed drawing tight round us?

The clock was striking one as I was in the Crescent, and there was not a soul in sight. --10 August

Suddenly, I became conscious of the fact that the driver was in the act of pulling up the horses in the courtyard of a vast ruined castle, from whose tall black windows came no ray of light, and whose broken battlements showed a jagged line against the moonlit sky.

The clock was striking one as I was in the Crescent, and there was not a soul in sight.

There was a coldness and loneliness in the world, and I felt that I had lost something without getting anything in return...

My pain is constant and sharp, and I do not hope for a better world for anyone.