Bald as the bare mountain tops are bald, with a baldness full of grandeur.
It was a Sunday afternoon, wet and cheerless; and a duller spectacle this earth of ours has not to show than a rainy Sunday in London.
… a hideous and desolate wilderness, full of wild beasts and wild men
I'm a winter girl. I like coming out when things are desolate and everybody's ready to slit their wrists.
The village I come from is the most ruthless, lawless land one can encounter.
An empty shell. Those were the first words that sprang to mind. .... Something incredibly important - .. - had disappeared from Miu for good. Leaving behind not life, but its absence
Wyoming - God bless you in Wyoming - it's very boring, and it's the most isolated place on Earth.
… a crippled, broken world
Death Valley is really wide-open - it's bigger than Rhode Island - and it's less a part of California than an ungoverned territory, so there's lots of weird cops-and-robbers stuff going on.
Through the small tall bathroom window the December yard is gray and scratchy, the tree calligraphic.
Would that I were a dry well, and that the people tossed stones into me, for that would be easier than to be a spring of flowing water that the thirsty pass by, and from which they avoid drinking.
The country up here is beautiful; everything green and pleasant; and if you saw it now, you would not believe that in two months' time it could have such a parched and barren appearance as it will then assume.
I know some lonely houses off the road A robber'd like the look of,-- Wooden barred, And windows hanging low
The wretched have no friends.
My apartment looks like no one lives in it.
In this book, not only is there no happy ending, there is no happy beginning and very few happy things in the middle.
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.
There are no words to express the abyss between isolation and having one ally.
My personal life is fairly barren.
So I walked away and left him standing there in the moonlight - watching over nothing.
You are mine, woman, and I am yours. Until you, my life was desolate. I existed, but I didn't truly live. Now I live, even in my death.
The world about us would be desolate except for the world within us.
Sorry-in-the-Vale, Sorriest River, Crying Pools," said Jared. "Is the quarry called Really Depressed Quarry?
Apart from its dangers, much of Iraq isn't very interesting to look at. The landscape is flat and dun colored. The dirt just beyond the highway is littered with hunks of twisted and mangled metal, some of it the detritus of wars, some of it just unclaimed junk. The countryside looks muddy and broken.
I feel the other element of a western is the land, which is very important in this movie. I mean the land is another character in the piece, actually.
