Quotes About Desolation

A restaurant on the moon could not have had less atmosphere.

Vom Schatten eines Hauchs geboren Wir wandeln in Verlassenheit Und sind im Ewigen verloren, Gleich Opfern unwissend, wozu sie geweiht.

I rolled over and faced the cracked green wall. I regretted that simple action immediately; it had felt like a slow-motion film with every other frame missing.

One can never know for sure what a deserted area looks like.

He can do anything he likes and I'm so lonely, oh so lonely— And I put up with it because there was nothing else to do—

But I can't do anything for him and he can't do anything for me. We must wail in our own corners.

I will not attempt to describe how I got through the next few days. There are desolations of the spirit which can only be hinted at. I sat there huge-eyed in the wreck of myself.

I'm as lonely as a lunatic.

I am sunk in the wreck of myself . . . I live in myself like a mouse inside a ruin.

For me, nothing can ever be well again.

He felt that dull, heart-choking pain that feeds on itself, the pain of a wife no longer by his side at waking, of a familiar world lost…

No era un dolor de músculos entumecidos, sino de tristezas acumuladas y de abandono

He had always been thin, but there he was reduced to nothing but skin and bones. His skin was burned by the unrelenting sun, salt, and sand, his features sharpened: he was a Giacometti sculpture in cast iron.

It's true that I feel content and curious, but sometimes I'm also frightened. Waiting on the Other Side may be total desolation, eternal wandering of the sidereal plane calling out for help over and over. No. It won't be like that. There will be light, a lot of light. My moments of uncertainty are very brief. Life pulls me back in and it's hard for me to leave it behind.

sólo quedaban sobre la cama dos criaturas desvalidas, con la memoria ausente, flotando en el vacío terrible de tantas palabras calladas.

Vampires get the joy of flying around and living forever, werewolves get the joy of animal spirits. But zombies, they're not rich, or aristocratic, they shuffle around. They're a group phenomenon, they're not very fast, they're quite sickly. So what's the pleasure of being one?

We call that person who has lost his father, an orphan; and a widower, that man who has lost his wife. But that man who has known that immense unhappiness of losing a friend, by what name do we call him? Here every language holds its peace in impotence.

Pillars are fallen at thy feet Fanes quiver in the air A prostrate city is thy seat And thou alone art there.

Oh that I had in the wilderness a lodging-place of wayfaring men!

No-man's land under snow is like the face of the moon: chaotic, crater ridden, uninhabitable, awful, the abode of madness.

The war has ruined us for everything.

Thus violent deeds live after men upon the earth, and traces of war and bloodshed will survive in mournful shapes long after those who worked the desolation are but atoms of earth themselves.

La montaña más desprovista de vida y más estéril sobre la faz de la Tierra, con el sueño ininterrumpido de años y años cubriendo su soledad, sigue conservando en su cabeza callada la emoción de una pasión poderosa.

Mrs. Hale had not moved. "If there had been years and years of—nothing, then a bird to sing to you, it would be awful—still—after the bird was still.