Desolation Quotes

She died and with her died my last warm feelings for humanity.

The desert is an ocean in which no oar is dipped.

The greatest joy for a man is to defeat his enemies, to drive them before him, to take from them all they possess, to see those they love in tears, to ride their horses, and to hold their wives and daughters in his arms.

A single person is missing for you, and the whole world is empty.

Man’s greatest good fortune is to chase and defeat his enemies, take all his goods, leave his older women weeping, ride his horses, and use the bodies of his younger women at night.

It is hopelessness even more than pain that crushes the soul.

I discover no kinship, no understanding, no mercy. I see only the overwhelming indifference of nature.

Civilizations come and go; they conquer the earth and crumble into dust; but faith survives every desolation.

The Spaniards have served us with rapine and death. They have violated the sacred rights of human beings, violated capitulations and the most solemn treaties; committed, in fact, every crime. They have reduced the Republic of Venezuela to the most frightful desolation. Thus, then, justice demands vengeance and necessity obliges us to take it

We were all at once terribly alone; and alone we must see it through.

I hear the ruin of all space, shattered glass and toppled masonry, and time one livid final flame.

Power, like a desolating pestilence, Pollutes whate'er it touches

No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear.

Los Angeles can be a really sad city.

No it isn't very pretty, what a town without pity can do.

He seemed a part of the mute melancholy landscape, an incarnation of it's frozen woe, with all that was warm and sentient in him fast bound below the surface; but there was nothing nothing unfriendly in his silence. I simply felt that he lived in a depth of moral isolation too remote for casual access, and I had the sense that his loneliness was not merely the result of his personal plight, tragic as I guessed that to be, but had in it, as Harmon Gow had hinted, the profound accumulated cold of many Starkfield winters.

There is no pain so great as the memory of joy in present grief.

To plunder, to slaughter, to steal, these things they misname empire; and where they make a wilderness, they call it peace.

No man in the nation wants peace more than I; but I prefer the troubled ocean of war, demanded by the honor and independence of the country, with all its calamities and desolation, to the tranquil and putrescent pool of ignominious peace.

It feels really sad, to me, to go to a dark bedroom. It's like surrendering to the night or something.

All the principal towns are sadly decayed, and instead of finding every mortal employed, you meet with multitudes of poor creatures who are starving in idleness.

There's no nobility with war. It's tear-'em-up destruction that leaves you frustrated, bitter and angry... If you really knew what it was like for an hour, you wouldn't want anyone to go through it.

When thinking about companions gone, we feel ourselves doubly alone.

The pain of being alone is completely out of this world, isn't it? I don't know why, but I understand your feelings so much, it actually hurts.