Quotes About Bleak

I don't really find things funny unless they're deeply tragic at the same time. I think if you're funny just for the sake of being funny, it's just frivolous nonsense. To me, all the best comic plays have been written about really serious and rather bleak things.

We clambered for hours up vast, perpendicular slopes, over clattering scree and lumpy tussocks, round towering citadels of rock, and emerged at length into a cold, bleak, lofty nether world so remote and forbidding that even the sheep were startled to see us.

Another world. Another life. And for me it was much longer than five measly years. A world with more darkness and less hope than I care to remember. Bleak and starless, full of diseased men. It's inside them there. In some ways it makes it worse. You don't know who's diseased and who isn't. You don't know when you've become a Scab.

I think about my choice. Either outcome is bleak. If I stay and live through high school, go to college, get a job, what will ever change? This blackness inside will never go away. I don't make friends; I'll always be alone. If I go, at least there's hope of peace. Chance of a new and better life on the other side.

reality was bleak and often unbearable, their puny lives a meaningless trudge toward the blank vault of death.

was wolf country, wild and bleak and empty; treacherous as a rabid dog.

We live in a miserable world, where the best we can honestly hope for is that one empty, meaningless day will follow another without things getting actively worse.

I'd had to cope with a lot of death and illness in my family from a young age, and that maybe gave me a bleak outlook on the world.

There are no more barriers to cross. All I have in common with the uncontrollable and the insane, the vicious and the evil, all the mayhem I have caused and my utter indifference toward it, I have now surpassed. I still, though, hold on to one single bleak truth: no one is safe, nothing is redeemed.

Joy Division sounded like Manchester: cold, sparse and, at times, bleak.

I'm, if possible, more convinced than ever that this is the most beautiful part of the world, but it's an almost metallic, two-dimensional beauty with no warmth or gentleness to trick or woo you into liking it. Its great bleak loveliness is just there, hard and sharp, forever and ever.

it hung above the livid, bruised land like an admonition

The sound was so icy and bleak that he imagined his daughter had seen in her dreams the unavoidable future, all the sorrow and confusion to come, and he felt himself shrink in horror. But the moment passed, and soon Sebastian and Monica sank again, or they rose, for there seemed to be no physical dimensions in the space they swam or tumbled through, only sensation, only pleasure so focused, so pointed it was a reminder of pain.

Growing up in a cathedral precinct, what did I know of the absurdities of communism, of how brave man and women in bleak and remote penal colonies were reduced to thinking day by day of nothing else beyond their own survival?

Do you wander and wonder? Do you start at your own shadow, or awaken to rattling disbelief that this is all you are, prospects bleak, bereft of the proof of your ambition?

The land he crossed was cracked and withered, much like his skin. The wind blew hard along the gullies, whipping up sand and scrub. There were no miracles in this place, least of all miracles of life. Dust and bones, sand and souls; that was the way of it. How

How could healing be so dark? She felt only evil around her, nothing healthy at all. It was bleak and cold and cruel. Heartless. This, she reflected miserably, was almost a reflection of herself.

In her present mood, the prospect of sacrifice would have livened up what she otherwise anticipated would be a bleak event.

The old chieftain's eyes were bleak. "Is that all you have left to offer me from your bag of tricks, druid? Hope?"  "Hope is priceless," Coran assured him.  "Hope is what's left at the bottom of the bag," Hundred Battles said. "Like lint.

We imbue deserts and the tundra with menace because nothing, or little, grows there.

Yet after night fall most any layover here, it seemed that they ended up cruising the bleak arterials of dismal L.A. backwaters, seeking out of some helpless fatality the company of lowlifes of opportunity.

Light is knowledge. Darkness is confusion. Light is strength, like being connected to a battery. Light is love, the reason we live. It is hope. No matter how magnificent or how bleak our situation, we can have better. Light is truth. There are no shadows where secrets can hide. I

If Zion had told the truth, if the All War was real and a group of warriors truly hoped to win control of Earth 300 meets Highlander style, the future was bleak for all humans, not just her, and...and...

Edinburgh could be bleak, but Aberdeen really took the pish. A life could be wasted waiting for the sky tae change fae grey tae blue.