18 Quotes About Desolation

The world is full of cruelty, and it is hard to find a space where humans can live in peace. But even in a hostile world, we can find the strength to keep going. We’ve gathered some of the most inspirational quotes about desolation that will give you hope when you feel like giving up.

In the desert, the only god is a well.
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In the desert, the only god is a well. Vera Nazarian
It is usually unbearably painful to read a book by...
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It is usually unbearably painful to read a book by an author who knows way less than you do, unless the book is a novel. Mokokoma Mokhonoana
We are sometimes dragged into a pit of unhappiness by...
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We are sometimes dragged into a pit of unhappiness by someone else’s opinion that we do not look happy. Mokokoma Mokhonoana
Suiffy, have you ever felt a sort of strange emptiness...
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Suiffy, have you ever felt a sort of strange emptiness in the heart? A sort of aching void of the soul?'' Oh, rather! '' What do you do about it?'' I generally take a couple of cocktails. P.g. Wodehouse
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Indelible waitingl'art poetique". I will wait for the night to chase me.." I sit on a rock and watch children playingin the park below They don't see me Or know my thoughts Or that you haven't called But I forgive them their indifference today Above me a crow caws Perhaps he smells the crumbs on my dress Or my anger But he flits away over the trees Probably has a home Probably has a wife Probably knew to call The children leave The coffee in my can turns cold The wind nips at me Some street lights flicker on But I won't move Not yet I will wait for the night to chase me Back where I came from Up the empty street To a quiet house . Adelheid Manefeldt
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I sit on a rock and watch children playingin the park below They don't see me Or know my thoughts Or that you haven't called But I forgive them their indifference today Above me a crow caws Perhaps he smells the crumbs on my dress Or my anger But he flits away over the trees Probably has a home Probably has a wife Probably knew to call The children leave The coffee in my can turns cold The wind nips at me Some street lights flicker on But I won't move Not yet I will wait for the night to chase me Back where I came from Up the empty street To a quiet house . Adelheid Manefeldt
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So now you're on the run, ' Warrick said wistfully. 'Travelling the Dark Highway, a lone wolf. With your friend, who is another wolf. Two lone wolves. Two wolves, really. Not really alone. Two wolves in a car. Travelling. One of them naked and bloody. The other with her ass hanging out. Derek Landy
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RebukeObstinate regressionbringing untold pathsof deep dark forebodingdepression... Muse
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The desert and the ocean are realms of desolation on the surface. The desert is a place of bones, where the innards are turned out, to desiccate into dust. The ocean is a place of skin, rich outer membranes hiding thick juicy insides, laden with the soup of being. Inside out and outside in. These are worlds of things that implode or explode, and the only catalyst that determines the direction of eco-movement is the balance of water. Both worlds are deceptive, dangerous. Both, seething with hidden life. The only veil that stands between perception of what is underneath the desolate surface is your courage. Dare to breach the surface and sink. Vera Nazarian
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I am in that temper that if I were under water I would scarcely kick to come to the top. John Keats
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Squiffy, have you ever felt a sort of strange emptiness in the heart? A sort of aching void of the soul?'' Oh, rather! '' What do you do about it?'' I generally take a couple of cocktails. P.g. Wodehouse
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Waking up breaks my heart. Getting dressed breaks my arms. Joining the crowd breaks my legs. Letting someone in...does me in. Casey Renee Kiser
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The orange turns to dull bronze light and continues to show what it has shown all day long, but now it seems to show it without enthusiasm. Across those dry hills, within those little houses in the distance are people who've been there all day long, going about the business of the day, who now find nothing unusual or different in this strange darkening landscape, as we do. If we were to come upon them early in the day they might be curious about us and what we're here for. but now in the evening they'd just resent our presence. The workday is over. It's time for supper and family and relaxation and turning inward at home. We ride unnoticed down this empty highway through this strange country I've never seen before, and now a heavy feeling of isolation and loneliness becomes dominant and my spirits wane with the sun. . Robert M. Pirsig
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Each death laid a dreadful charge of complicity on the living; each death was incongenerous, its guilt irreducible, its sadness immortal; a bracelet of bright hair about the bone. I did not pray for her, because prayer has no efficacy; I did not cry for her, because only extroverts cry twice; I sat in the silence of that night, that infinite hostility to man, to permanence, to love, remembering her, remembering her. John Fowles
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...in January, everything seems desolate. The Moon ascends to cold heights - and I, a ragged sky filled with dark kisses...lie abandoned by you... John Geddes
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In all the world there is no desolation more complete than the polar night. It is a return to the Ice Age– no warmth, no life, no movement. Only those who have experienced it can fully appreciate what it means to be without the sun day after day and week after week. Few men unaccustomed to it can fight off its effects altogether, and it has driven some men mad. Alfred Lansing
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The heart can get really cold if all you've known is winter. Unknown