Quotes About Desolate

I'd think the house was the source of great sadness or pressure. I knew it wasn't. I knew it was just where I lived. But I'd walk up the stairs and the second floor was just desolate. My old bedroom: empty. My old rehearsal room: empty. First floor studio: messy and empty. Middle room: broken gear everywhere.

Her father was lying back in his chair, lazy and powerful, his eyes as fierce as his dæmon's. She didn't love him, she couldn't trust him, but she had to admire him, and the extravagant luxury he'd assembled in this desolate wasteland, and the power of his ambition.

The Pestilence recurred at intervals throughout the fourteenth century, in 1361, 1369, 1375 and 1390, at times when the country was already under the stress of the French War. Cities were emptied of population, the countryside was desolate. Life did not begin to return to normal until about the time of Chaucer's death in 1400.

It was a terrible thing when death first entered the world, and even now when it's the way of nature, it's terrible beyond words. Whether it comes for your mother by her own hands or for a stranger who can say nothing in defense of himself except that his watch is solid gold, standing witness to death leaves you desolate - Addison Goldheart pg. 116

What a profoundly bleak and inhospitable cosmos you inhabit, colonel-commissar. No wonder you fight so much.

He's lighter than you'd think, like whatever was inside him was used up long ago. With that reasoning, it's a wonder I don't float off into the sky.

No one is so accursed by fate, no one so utterly desolate, but some heart though unknown responds unto his own.

He was a planet without an atmosphere.

He's picked clean! Eaten by cats!

There is no virtue in concealment. When the earth is rendered chaos, regulations of speech and propriety are rendered impotent, just as city may become desolate, and street, battle ground, and flesh may become fire.

It keeps eternal whisperings around desolate shores

He smiled at her as a man might smile at a memory. Then he went out and closed the door gently behind him. Kate sat staring at the door. Her eyes were desolate.

It was a grim farm and a grim house, unloved and unloving. It was no home, no place to long for ot to come back to.

Meanwhile Crumb Street, never a place of beauty, that afternoon was at its worst. The fog slopped over its low houses like a bucketful of cold soup over a row of dirty stoves. The

The [Gila River area is] so utterly desolate, desert, and Godforsaken, that Kit Carson says a wolf could not make his living upon it." | U.S. Representative THOMAS HART BENTON addressing the house of representatives, June 26, 1854

Así con la playa vacía, las olas se vuelven imponentes, son ellas solas las que gobiernan el paisaje. En ese sentido me reconozco lamentablemente dócil, maleable. Veo ese mar implacable y desolado, tan orgulloso de su espuma y de su coraje, apenas mancillado por gaviotas ingenuas, casi irreales, y de inmediato me refugio en una irresponsable admiración.

There are no flowers in the Moon; that's why the Moon is a boring place!

There was a caged fury to him. A feralness that seeped out of every pore. "Do you know when the next train to Yass is coming?" I had asked. "Go to hell," he said, but there was a desolate fear in his eyes and I couldn't look away. "Been there. Trust me. It's so overrated." And for reasons I will never understand, I received a smile from Jonah Griggs, and there was a yearning in it, touching a nerve inside me that still freaks me out to this day.

By Sunday evening, a feeling perhaps most reminiscent of election night 2016, desolate and confounded, spread through the mainstream media, the liberal establishment, and among all those who were confident that they had surrounded Donald Trump and left him nowhere to run. This was—and there could hardly be any better illustration—defeat snatched from the jaws of victory.

The heart's seasons seldom coincide with the calendar. Who among us has not been made desolate beyond all words upon some golden day when the little creatures of the air and meadow were life incarnate, from sheer joy of living? Who among us has not come home, singing, when the streets were almost impassable with snow, or met a friend with a happy, smiling face, in the midst of a pouring rain?

America was first and foremost a "wasteland" in their eyes. Wasteland meant undeveloped land, land that was outside the circulation of commercial exchange and apart from the understood rules of agricultural production. To lie in waste, in biblical language, meant to exist desolate and unattended; in agrarian terms, it was to be left fallow and unimproved.

As the moral gloom of the world overpowers all systematic gaiety, even so was their home of wild mirth made desolate amid the sad forest.

She had slumped like a bundle of abandoned knitting.

Thanksgiving is the winding up of autumn. The leaves are off the trees, except here and there on a beech or an oak; there is nothing left on the boughs but a few nuts and empty birds' nests. The earth looks desolate, and it will be a comfort to have the snow on the ground, and to hear the merry jingle of the sleigh-bells.