Quotes About Desolation

We drove by several abandoned houses that were surrounded by overgrown grass and had windows boarded over with plywood. The chipped and peeling paint was covered with graffiti.

Though often surrounded by people, Hattie felt dreadfully alone.

Rhonda looked like she'd been sent for and couldn't come, got there and wasn't wanted.

Draden drank in his surroundings with both appreciation and sorrow. The beautiful path led to a village that should have been thriving. Instead, it was now a path to certain death.

Osje?ate ih sve oko sebe, kako no?as pužu prema gradu, kao ogromna pustoš neprijatnog okeana — osuti gredicama bez liš?a i zale?enim jezerima i sitnim selima koja ostaju u sje?anju samo po neobi?nim imenima bojišta iz poluzaboravljenih ratova.

Despair is something horribly simple.

As Roran watched, the man's arms, neck, and chest shriveled, and his bones appeared in sharp relief-from the bowlike curve of his collarbones to the hollow saddle of his hips, where his stomach hung like an empty waterskin. His lips puckered and drew back farther than they were intended to over his yellow teeth, baring them in a grisly snarl, while his eyeballs deflated as if they were engorged ticks being squished empty of blood, and the surrounding flesh sank inward.

It was the worst of things: loss utter and complete, without a chance of restoration.

he had no affection left in his life—only the pitiful mockery of it in the camaraderie of vice.

Lanny had seen much poverty here and elsewhere, but never more gaunt and haggard humans than he found in this lonely valley in the naked hills of Aragon, bitter cold in winter and blazing hot in summer.

When the heart is dry the eye is dry.

To such an extent was this disease that for those who know that Quasimodo has existed, Notre-Dame is to-day deserted, inanimate, dead. One feels that something has disappeared from it. That immense body is empty; it is a skeleton; the spirit has quitted it, one sees its place and that is all. It is like a skull which still has holes for the eyes, but no longer sight.

She had felt lonely for years, but now she truly was alone.

In the years that she had been tying scraps to the branches, the tree had died and the fruit had turned bitter. The other apple trees were hale and healthy, but this one, the tree of her remembrances, was as black and twisted as the bombed-out town behind it.

Elsa felt tears rise up, overtake her. She cried as she hadn't cried since Rafe left her, cried until there was no moisture left inside of her, until she was as dry as the land they'd left behind.

There was no police station, no telephone service, no one to hear you scream.

THE SKY WAS SO gray it could smother a soul.

Like a revolving door to hell.

Mon existence est une campagne triste où il pleut toujours.

Without his books, his room felt like a body with its hearts cut out.

There are maps in me but I am lost, and there are skies in me but they are dead.

Boredom is a terrible affliction of the soulless.

Bitter, bitter, this desolation of angels.

This was not the frustration one feels at waking from a sweet dream. It was the desolation of having found the place that fits, the one true place, and experiencing the first heady sigh of rightness before being torn away and cast back into random, lonely scatter.