Quotes About Desolation

The deserts of Arabia are innocent of our civilised desolation-the ruins of Palestine are incapable of our modern gloom!

Old age was not then the abandoned desolation that so often darkens it in an individualistic age. The young never questioned their duty to care for the old; the old remained to the end the first consideration and the last authority; and after their death their graves were honored as long as a male descendant survived. Funerals

The Library is desolation, it has a smell of its own of stagnation and death.

If it could just be a hell beyond that: the clean flame the two of us more than dead. Then you will have only me then only me then the two of us amid the pointing and the horror beyond the clean flame… Only you and me amid the pointing and the horror walled by the clean flame.

It surged up out of the water and stood for an instant upright upon that surging and heaving desolation like Christ.

The river itself is not a hundred yards across, and pa and Vernon and Vardaman and Dewey Dell are the only things in sight not of that single monotony of desolation leaning with that terrific quality a little from right to left, as though we had reached the place where the motion of the wasted world accelerates just before the final precipice.

This was the mother, the dead sister Ellen: this Niobe without tears who had conceived to the demon in a kind of nightmare, who even while alive had moved but without life and grieved but without weeping, who now had an air of tranquil and unwitting desolation, not as if she had either outlived the others or had died first, but as if she had never lived at all.

not even as three women, but merely as three creatures who still possessed the need to eat but took no pleasure in it, the need to sleep but from no joy in weariness or regeneration

Otherwise, he'd have found the ruin empty, and then, somehow, very quietly and almost naturally, he would have died.

The sky above the port was the colour of television, tuned to a dead channel.

By day, the bars down Ninsei were shuttered and featureless, the neon dead, the holograms inert, waiting, under the poisoned silver sky.

The sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel. It's not like I'm using, Case heard someone say, as he shouldered his way through the crowd around the door of the Chat. It's like my body's developed this massive drug defi- ciency. It was a Sprawl voice and a Sprawl joke.

The hollowness was in his arms and the world was snowing.

The immutable, awful quiet of a dying world.

Scenes An old house in a run-down neighborhood of a Midwestern city.

Maybe it was always that way and everyone has always been forever waking in a flustered confusion deep at night trying to believe that the awful sound they think woke them was nothing, or was the nervous bark of a dog, not the sound of violence or of a child weeping in the kind of desolation or terror that demands intervention

A haggard man used one of the huts as a home. He lay on a sagging mattress, his head on his pack, surrounded by rubbish - paper, porcelain shards, food remains and unidentifiable debris. His hand was over his eyes. He looked like a failed soldier. Dirt seemed so worked into him that the lines of his face were like writing.

The party was long over, and only alcoholics and drug addicts were left to rifle through the last of our things.

Walter was all alone in a huge, empty room with no windows.

But this vast empty room was the loneliest, most awful place he had ever been. Its

Seduto su un macigno eroso dai venti, dal sole e dalle piogge degli uragani, Carter ne contemplò la cresta denudata, dorata dalla luce del tramonto. Grazie a Tutankhamon, quel regno del nulla si era trasformato in speranza: in esso, tutto restava immobile e immutabile, perché su quella terra degli dei nulla era cominciato nel tempo e nulla nel tempo sarebbe finito.

My heart is shattered, an all that's left are jagged shards.

I feel myself retreating to someplace deep inside. It is a pitiful kind of childhood, to know that no one loves you or is taking care of you, to always be on the outside looking in.

Los cadáveres se quedaban allí, con su ropa negra, devorados por las ratas y los gusanos, derretidos por el sol, anegados por las lluvias. Eran el abono del miedo.