Quotes About Forlorn

the evening star must be drooping and shedding her sparkler dims on the prairie, which is just before the coming of complete night that blesses the earth, darkens all rivers, cups the peaks and folds the final shore in, and nobody, nobody knows what's going to happen to anybody besides the forlorn rags of growing old

the coming of complete night that blesses the earth, darkens all rivers, cups the peaks and folds the final shore in, and nobody, nobody knows what's going to happen to anybody besides the forlorn rags of growing old, I think of Dean Moriarty, I even think of Old Dean Moriarty the father we never, I think of Dean Moriarty.

Young, lavishly bearded tech entrepreneurs were trudging forlornly down the hallways, laden with computers, printers, high-end coffeemakers, and foosball tables. Like digital Okies they loaded their stuff into their Scions or Ryder trucks and rumbled off into the unforgiving Boston commercial real estate market. "So you're going to, uh, remove basically the entire floor of the conference room?

He's just a pore lonesome wife-left fellar.

No help or hope of help existed.

Venerable are letters, infinitely brave, forlorn, and lost.

the most abject and miserable creatures I have any where beheld.

I am glimmerless.

A howling corner in the winter time, a dusty corner in the summer time, an undesirable corner at the best of times.

Grim-visag'd comfortless Despair.

This is a terrible place to die in. Where's a good one?

Like a patrol condemned to ride out some ancient curse.

She felt weak and utterly forlorn. She wished some help would come from outside. But in the whole world there was no help.

He seemed so old...endlessly old, built up of layers of disillusion, going down in him generation after generation, like geological strata; and at the same time he was forlorn like a child. An outcast, in a certain sense; but with the desperate bravery of his rat-like existence.

She felt weak and utterly forlorn. She wished some help would come from outside. But in the whole world there was no help. Society was terrible because it was insane. Civilized society is insane. Money and so-called love are its two great manias; money a long way first. The individual asserts himself in his disconnected insanity in these two modes: money and love.

unpleasant in the world. It is called Lousy Lane. Lousy Lane runs through fields that are a sickly gray color, in which a handful of scraggly trees produce apples so

These kids, most of them, they were really hapless." The word stopped me, and Tyrone gave me a victor's grin. "Hapless," he said. "As in, not possessing any hap.

we get to Preston and find that it's depressing

The ending is one of my blackest, utterly without hope of any sort.

Dostoevsky said, "If God didn't exist, everything would be possible." That is the very starting point of existentialism. Indeed, everything is permissible if God does not exist, and as a result man is forlorn, because neither within him nor without does he find anything to cling to. He can't start making excuses for himself

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.

platform would look, well, abandoned. Not a

All dark and comfortless.

Anzac is the greatest word in the history of Australasia. Is it for ever to carry to future generations of Australians and New Zealanders memories of forlorn heroism and of sacrifices made in vain?…