I try to give people hope. Even though life is bleak, there's hope out there.
I think my songwriting might be a little more on the darker side maybe.
That's evolution. Evolution's always hard. Hard and bleak. No such thing as happy evolution
Death at times seems like a dark tunnel to be traveled, and the future seems bleak.
Mr Earbrass stands on the terrace at twilight. It is bleak; it is cold; and the virtue has gone out of everything. Words drift through his mind: anguish turnips conjunctions illness defeat string parties no parties urns desuetude disaffection claws loss Trebizond napkins shame stones distance fever Antipodes mush glaciers incoherence labels miasma amputation tides deceit mourning elsewards.
The day is dark and cold and dreary; it rains, and the wind is never weary.
Rebellion without truth is like spring in a bleak, arid desert.
During the late 1940s, Europe was a pretty bleak place.
All was black, gloomy and awful. There was no light at the end of the tunnel - or if there was, it was an oncoming train.
I like guitar sounds to be a little somber.
...bleak territory of the heart.
In the bleak midwinter Frosty wind made moan, Earth stood hard as iron, Water like a stone; Snow had fallen, Snow on snow, Snow on snow, In the bleak midwinter, Long ago.
No-one is going to sit down and read Bleak House to the family any more, but they can all huddle up happily in front of Charles Bronson.
The music was the best thing about the Four Seasons and the central asset of the 'Jersey Boys' show. By concentrating on the group's personal wrangling, to the near exclusion of their songs, Clint Eastwood has jettisoned the joy and made this a one-Season movie: winter in New Jersey. And, man, that's bleak.
In this book, not only is there no happy ending, there is no happy beginning and very few happy things in the middle.
Nothing is as bleak as the future, except the past.
The future looks a bit bleak to me.
I don't want to read a book that's depressing.
No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees, No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds - November!
Sometimes, I wake up and the skies are grey and everything's horrible.
I get pretty dark sometimes, pretty bleak. But that passes.
At the very least, noir offers an alternate reality - moments of real passion, a bleak code of honor, and a need for freedom amid corruption. At its best, noir offers a map of subversion.
