Quotes About Desolation

It's cold out there, colder than a ticket taker's smile at the Ivar Theatre on a Saturday night.

You must have brought the bad weather with you The sky's the color of lead All you've left me is a feather On an unmade bed

He couldn't fight this sadness which came in the middle of the night, this sadness which made you feel that nothing could ever be any good again.

She stared at her friend as a feeling of total desolation slipped through her, as if she were drifting away on an ice floe without a single living person hearing her cries for help.

No one can depict desolation who hasn't inhabited desolation and observed it very closely. Things condemned have a terrible beauty.

Here in the shadow of the firs lay everything the old house had spat out in the course of its life, everything worn out and unnecessary, everything not to be seen. In the darkening winter evening, this landscape was utterly abandoned, a territory that had no meaning for anyone but him. He found it beautiful.

Welcome to Mount Ruin, Dead Girl.

There are empty rooms, and then there are rooms that feel crowded, corner to corner, with absence.

Given the state of her room, it would have been no surprise to find her chest of drawers utterly empty;

Now Second Avenue is a dismal street, made from scraps and ends; part cobblestone, part asphalt, part cement; and its atmosphere of desertion is permanent.

STOP SMILING ALREADY THE WORLD IS HORRIBLE GO AWAY.

EVERYTHING HURTS AND I HATE THE WORLD.

How has it come to this? Where once my life was populated with the living, now I seem to keep company only with ghosts and ghouls and the like.

He did not look up because he knew how senseless the landscape would appear. It takes energy to invest life with meaning, and at present this energy was lacking. He knew how things could stand bare, their essence having retreated on all sides to beyond the horizon, as if impelled by a sinister centrifugal force.

Each Whining Thing (1929) When stripèd snakes shall creep upon us And the nervous screams of birds Make silent all the fountains and the orchards and when these Have caught upon the wing each wing That flutters from the sky Then shall I and then shall I Rip out the smiles from garden walks Transform the minnows into hawks Tarantulas and bees Then shall I and then shall I Unmake each whining thing.

The bar was stuffy and melancholy. It was full of the sadness inherent in all deracinated things.

He did not look up because he knew how senseless the landscape would appear. It takes energy to invest life with meaning, and at present this energy was lacking.

I do not, she thought, no I do not, give a damn. The Furies were riding across an uninhabited sky, to their own and no one else's destruction.

she looked a hundred years older, as stale and ruined as yesterday's oatmeal.

after the town of Tehuacán into the heights of the rocky past, not a person in sight, the summits of these nameless mountains looking scalded and bare and terrifying in their flinty emptiness.

bleak and beautiful expanse of lifeless isolation.

accurately be termed wasteland

the way a backyard might look from a high window in the deep of winter: a skeleton of the world, a tract of abandonment, objects dead and obsolete.

Oh, there is a loneliness which befalls me now and then and it is something more than death.