Quotes About Desolation

Stark gray world appeared again and again out of the night in the shrouded flare of the lightning.

Cormac McCarthy

Entonces despertó y se quedó contemplando las estrellas a través del zarzal de ramas de los árboles e intentó dilucidar qué sitio podía ser aquel donde se encontraba Boyd, pero Boyd estaba muerto y hecho una piltrafa envuelto en el petate aguas arriba entre los árboles, y Billy bajó la cara y se echó a llorar.

Cormac McCarthy

She shed no tears. She just sat there, as if someone had cut out her heart.

She was gone. And his heart was beating too loud and too fast. Into nothingness.

They have become so lost in their own darkness that they see nothing but darkness in everything.

Boredom was unquestionably the worst part of the end of the world.

Sometimes, Jake, disappeared is worse than dead. With dead, at least there's an end.

So you're lost, uh? Happens a lot out here. You walk around for days, seeing things, losing your bearings, crying out for God, But He can't hear you. You can scream and scream but nobody'll ever hear you.

Art?k hiçbir insan ve doÄŸa yasas? kalmam??t?. Y?k?l?p gitmiÅŸti dünya.

The No filled the whole air of the house. Every time she breathed in she breathed in that No.

She, herself, was so forlorn and unused, not a female at all, just a mere thing of terrors.

How terrible it was that it should be spring, and everything cold-hearted, cold-hearted.

To Connie, everything in her world and life seemed worn out, and her dissatisfaction was older than the hills.

He felt a sort of emptiness, almost like a vacuum in his soul. He was unsettled and restless.

And then, he was not there. A terrible storm came over her, as if she were drowning. She was possessed by a devastating hopelessness. And she approached mechanically to the altar. Never had she known such a pang of utter and final hopelessness. It was beyond death, so utterly null, desert.

Lei è come un fiore dietro un sasso, vicino a una pozza gelata. No, lei non vive abbastanza.

Aaron Sisson was the last man on the little black railway-line

He had no future in the world: of that he was conscious. He had no future in this life. Even if he lived on, it would only be a kind of enduring. But he felt the after-life belonged to him. Future in the world he could not give her. Life in the world he had not to offer her. Better go on alone. Surely better go on alone.

Aquel que camina una sola legua sin amor, camina amortajado hacia su propio funeral.

They were gray, staring, bottomless, blank, fallen eyes whose pupils played scenes of heaven upside down.

You could see New Jersey out of Mardi's window. From the seventy-second floor it looked like a scale model of Purgatory.

I stood there alone in the eerily silent streets of Las Vegas and listened to my penis cry.