David Guterson Quotes

In the nights sometimes now he'd wake in the back and freezing waste out of softly colored worlds of human love, the songs of birds, the sun.

Certainly on the vast windy plain, there was plenty of nothing to be looked at.

We live in a cold, cold world.

The darkness grew apace; a cold wind began to blow in freshening gusts from the east, and the showering white flakes in the air increased in number. From the edge of the sea came a ripple and whisper. Beyond these lifeless sounds the world was silent. Silent? It would be hard to convey the stillness of it. All the sounds of man, the bleating of sheep, the cries of birds, the hum of insects, the stir that makes the background of our lives - all that was over.

It snowed and snowed, the whole world over, Snow swept the world from end to end. A candle burned on the table; A candle burned.

When awful darkness and silence reign Over the great Gromboolian plain, Through the long, long wintry nights.

Please, don't go. It's lonely. There's a hole in my head as big as the world and it's so very lonely.

He lay listening to the water drip in the woods. Bedrock, this. The cold and the silence. The ashes of the late world carried on the bleak and temporal winds to and fro in the void. Carried forth and scattered and carried forth again. Everything uncoupled from its shoring. Unsupported in the ashen air. Sustained by a breath, trembling and brief. If only my heart were stone.

Why would you stick someone you love down in a lonely hole in the dirt? Where it's cold, and dirty, and full of bugs?

Even through the shut window pane, the world looked cold.

All was silent as before - All silent save the dripping rain.

I wandered off, walking through streets that seemed emptier than ever, thinking that if I didn't stop, if I kept on walking, I wouldn't notice that the world I thought I knew was no longer there.

For where thou art, there is the world itself, With every several pleasure in the world, And where thou art not, desolation.

One can experience loneliness in two ways: by feeling lonely in the world or by feeling the loneliness of the world.

Laurie felt just then that his heart was entirely broken and the world a howling wilderness.

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

The bones seem to cut sharply to the center of something that is keenly alive on the desert even tho' it is vast and empty and untouchable... and knows no kindness with all its beauty.

This be an empty world without the blues.

Deep within every man there lies the dread of being alone in the world, forgotten by God, overlooked among the tremendous household of millions and millions.

In this world, only winter is certain

In the bare room under the old library on the hill in the town at the tip of the small peninsula on the cold island so far from everything else, I lived among strangers and birds.

We bear our shades about us; self-deprived Of other screen, the thin umbrella spread, And range an Indian waste without a tree.

The hollowness was in his arms and the world was snowing.