Quotes About Barrenness

I merely feel emptyness. A hollow of dead brush where flowers use to bloom.

What a pitiful mass of dangerous nothing

When I think of all the sorrow and the barrenness that has been wrought in my life by want of a few more pounds per annum than I was able to earn, I stand aghast at money's significance.

Gaunt men with sunken eyes squatted amidst sand and stones, shitting out their lives in stinking streams of brown and red.

Yet humanity could not conceive. It tried and tried, and called mighty wizards from every corner of its earthly kingdom, but no child came. Many mourned, and said that a child was a terrible idea to begin with, ...

Hope is that lone bloom in the desert when you can see nothing else but sand.

They ran through the night. And the next day found them still running. They were running over the surface of a world frozen and dead. No life stirred.

A man who has no love in him is as barren as a cloud with no moisture, a tree with no fruits or a cow yielding no milk; he is ever far from God and can never earn His Grace.

Give me, if you will, prayers; Or let me know dryness, An abudance of devotion, Or if not, then barrenness. In you alone, Sovereign Majesty, I find my peace, What do you want of me? Yours I am, fo ryou I was born: What do you want of me?

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.

Through the white snow-gate of our ampitheatre, as through a frame we looked eastward upon the summit group; not a tree, not a vestige of vegetation in sight,-sky, snow and granite the only elements in this wild picture.

The clock ticks. The two hands are convoys marching through a desert. The black bars on the clock face are green oases. The long hand has marched ahead to find water. The other, painfully stumbles among hot stones in the desert. It will die in the desert.

I say, we were so robbed, and hunted, and were made so poor, that our father told us it was a dreadful thing to bring a child into the world, and that what we should pray for, was, that our women might be barren and our miserable race die out!

I say, we were so robbed, and hunted, and were made so poor, that our father told us it was a dreadful thing to bring a child into the world, and that what we should most pray for, was, that our women might be barren and our miserable race die out!

October's Autumn casts a gentle light and a calm serenity before the stark barrenness of Winter is born to November

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

There was nothing along the road save the country it traversed and there was nothing in the country at all.

Suttree eased himself down on the arm of the sofa and sipped his beer. He patted J-Bone on the back. The voices seemed to fade. He waved away the whiskeybottle with a smile. In this tall room, the cracked plaster sootstreaked with the shapes of laths beneath, this barrenness, this fellowship of the doomed. Where life pulsed obscenely fecund. in the drift of voices and the laughter and the reek of stale beer the Sunday loneliness seeped away.

Cormac McCarthy

Christ, he was empty, just a shell of himself. He had nothing to give, not even his seed.

If I'm trying to sleep, the ideas won't stop. If I'm trying to write, there appears a barren nothingness.

Where are the books? All these elegant bookshelves are empty.

At least Em, long-suffering as she was, tried to give the child a bit of her heart, which - after all those years of living with Henry on that old gray farm in the middle of the gray prairie - was as dried up as an old pea. She tried, but she wasn't much good at it. It was a bit like trying to water a budding flower in the middle of a dry Kansas summer with a watering can poked through with holes.

It's a vast, lonely, forbidding expanse of nothing rather like clouds and clouds of pumice stone. And it certainly does not appear to be a very inviting place to live or work.