Quotes About Desolation

he's lonely, and lonely people are the bitterest of them all.

Quando sei infelice, secondo me, tutto nel mondo - leggere, mangiare, dormire - ha chiuso dentro qualcosa, da qualche parte, che serve a renderti ancora più infelice

I left the library. Crossing the street, I was hit head-on by a brutal loneliness. I felt dark and hollow. Abandoned, unnoticed, forgotten, I stood on the sidewalk, a nothing, a gatherer of dust. People hurried past me. and everyone who walked by was happier than I. I felt the old envy. I would have given anything to be one of them.

Somewhere in the far north of Canada there wuld be snow, falling soundlessly overy the Beaufort Sea, falling over the Artic without a soul to see it. What kind of weather was that, Samson wondered, and how was one to use this information except as proof that the world was too much to bear?

Don't be a fool, you've let yourself fall apart, the pieces have got lost, and now there's nothing left to give, you can't hide it forever, sooner or later she'll figure out the truth: you're a shell of a man, all she has to do is knock against you to find out you're empty.

I am always filled with melancholy. It's as if I see everything black. Everything wounds me deeply.

Camarile ticsite ale Pompeiului debordau, femeile boite, impudice, sterile; barbatii mercantili, mediocri, sarcastici, obositi! Toti zeii repudiati - din Grecia, din Orient, din Egipt - se inhaitau intr-o hora scelerata, rapace, impartindu-si, ranjind, ofrandele sacre si sufletul oamenilor. In vreme ce, la picioarele vezuviului, cetatea statea intr-o rana, hohotind fara griji.

Nobody cared if he lived or died, and the feeling was fucking mutual.

Me, I'm a bloody tissue sample dried on a bare mattress in my room at the Paper Street Soap Company.

The toughest detail to deal with was the loneliness.

The worst aspect of loneliness was the silence.

The shelves had been stripped bare and battered to Hell, as if some super-important Christmas toy release had come and gone and an army of Super-Moms had ripped through the store, buying everything up like an all-consuming void. Didn't hurt that many of the shelves were lined with piles of bones both animal and human.

One of those towns where the country had moved on but this place stayed behind, as if it had found grim comfort in the fact it would never grow up, would never get better, and it was what it was from here until it was gone.

But here, is this place of eternal bareness and solitude, it seemed that life could never have been. The stark, eroded stones were things that might have been reared by the toil of the dead, to house the monstrous ghouls and demons of primal desolation.

This is a forsaken place...I can think of no use for a place like this, except that you could say of it: I saw the heart of nothing, and survived.

Gli parve che l'unica soluzione potesse essere la follia, nessuna speranza se non la perdita della speranza.

Outside, somewhere near, the world would soon be waking. He had watched it wake from the window of this very room, day after day, stirring itself to another round of fruitless pursuits, and he'd known, known, that there was nothing left out there to excite him.

The paint hung in thin rinds from the ceiling, and the sooty windows turned every hour overcast.

They entered the wild country. Broken fences. Ruined castles. Stretches of bogland. Wooded headlands. Turfsmoke rose from cabins, thin and mean. On the muddy paths, they glimpsed moving rags. The rags seemed more animate than the bodies within. As they passed, the families regarded them. The children appeared marooned with hunger.

I have nobody left to whom I can tell the story.

A bottle of gin sat in the center of the table. More emptiness than gin in the bottle.

This intensification of inner life helped the prisoner find a refuge from the emptiness, desolation and spiritual poverty of his existence, by letting him escape into the past.

In a position of utter desolation, when man cannot express himself in positive action, when his only achievement may consist in enduring his sufferings in the right way —an honorable way—in such a position man can, through loving contemplation of the image he carries of his beloved, achieve fulfillment.

In a position of utter desolation, when man cannot express himself in positive action, when his only achievement may consist in enduring his sufferings in the right way—an honorable way— in such a position man can, through loving contemplation of the image he carries of his beloved, achieve fulfillment. For the first time in my life I was able to understand the meaning of the words, The angels are lost in perpetual contemplation of an infinite glory.