Quotes About Desolation

I felt dead and sick inside.

it felt as if she'd floated up above the clouds to the edge of space and was now surrounded by a vacuum of nothing. No air, no wind, no feeling in her body. As

There is nothing more melancholy than empty festive places.

the breeze was filled with "the smell of heartbreak and ashes.

According to librarian Glen Creason, the breeze was filled with "the smell of heartbreak and ashes.

Soft, pretty things don't belong in a dead zone.

Emptiness and boredom: what an understatement. What I felt was complete desolation. Desolation, despair, and depression. Isn't there some other way to look at this? After all, angst of these dimensions is a luxury item. You need to be well fed, clothes, and housed to have time for this much self-pity.

I'm in a shallow hole, not filled with the humming orange bubbles of my hallucination but with old, dead leaves.

I merely feel emptyness. A hollow of dead brush where flowers use to bloom.

I try to imagine a world where both Gale's and Peeta's voices have ceased. Hands stilled. Eyes unblinking. I'm standing over their bodies, having a last look, leaving the room where they lie. But when I open the door to step out into the world, there's only a tremendous void. A pale gray nothingness that is all my future holds.

Ni vista, ni sonido, ni otra sensación que no sea el implacable ardor de la carne.

So cold, so bitterly cold tonight. As if the Gamemakers have sent an infusion of frozen air across the arena, which may be exactly what they've done. I lie next to Peeta in the bag, trying to absorb every bit of his fever heat. It's strange to be so physically close to someone who's so distant. Peeta might as well be back in the Capitol, or in District 12, or on the moon right now, he'd be no harder to reach. I've never felt lonelier since the Games began

PART I THE ASHES

The abandonment came, and now this shabby bacchanal.

I'm so alone it's like being dead but still conscious.

I like melancholy. I like to pretend that I'm alone in the world and I'm just sort of abandoned.

It's raining my soul, it's raining, but it's raining dead eyes.

Los Angeles is a bleached-out, soulless pit.

To lose the only creature in all his world who ever had manifested love and affection for him was the greatest tragedy he had ever known.

once you're gone, you made me feel nothing as if you were my emotions and you took it away from me.

She inhabited a world from which I was excluded, and she had left me in an immense empty space.

Everything-less. The lack of everything. Synonym to nothing. I am everything-less without you.

I've reached the vanishing point without you.Here my heartache begins with your paintrying to find an unborn startin this fatal disappearanceFrom the poem 'Me with the Vanishing Point

a flower of strange beauty, growing in a desolate spot, and blossoming in the wind...