deserted Quotes

Our reason has driven all away. Alone at last, we end up ruling over a desert.

For a long time now my heart has had its shutters closed, its steps deserted, formerly a tumultuous hotel, but now empty and echoing like a great empty tomb.

In January 1944 I was called up by the Forced Labor Service, but I deserted on October 10, 1944.

It's very unbalanced actually, to be real. Everything's like deserted.

He could start a row in an empty house.

The marvel is that we did not all die of cold. As a matter of fact, only one of my party actually froze to death before he could be got back, but I am not able to tell how many have ended up in hospital. We were marooned in a frozen desert. There was not a sign of life on the horizon and a thousand signs of death.

No man finds it difficult to return to nature except the man who has deserted nature.

I'm completely uninhabited.

Sometimes I feel like a caretaker of a museum -- a huge, empty museum where no one ever comes, and I'm watching over it for no one but myself.

Thank goodness for all the things you are not, thank goodness you're not something someone forgot, and left all alone in some punkerish place, like a rusty tin coat hanger hanging in space.

I have never felt so lonely as on a golf course in the midst of a championship with thousands of people around, especially when things began to go wrong and the crowds started wandering away.

Deserted libraries hold the shades of writers who worked within, and are haunted by their absence.

Lots of you know me as a lone, hard-bitten columnist, prone to lurking on deserted rocky promontories while searching for my muse.

As a splendid palace deserted by its inmates looks like a ruin, so does a man without character, all his material belongings notwithstanding.

It's very kind of 'Wuthering Heights' where my parents' house is, moors and deserted. It's very wild and mystic.

The emptiness was intense, like the stillness in a great factory when the machinery stops running.

Antarctica is otherworldly, like nothing I've ever seen before. Stark, cold, beautiful desolation.

The circus looks abandoned and empty. But you think perhaps you can smell caramel wafting through the evening breeze, beneath the crisp scent of the autumn leaves. A subtle sweetness at the edges of the cold.

He got out of bed and peeped through the blinds. To the east and opposite to him gardens and an apple-orchard lay, and there in strange liquid tranquility hung the morning star, and rose, rilling into the dusk of night the first grey of dawn. The street beneath its autumn leaves was vacant, charmed, deserted.

One time, I took a woman on a deserted island, and we lived like Mother Nature for 10 days.

empty and closed, hovering in some frozen netherworld neither sun nor rain could thaw.

I was the green monkey, the pariah. And I had no friends. Not just a few friends, or one good friend, or grudging acceptance by other misfits and outcasts. I was alone. All stinking alone, without even an imaginary playmate.

No mommy's kisses and no daddy's smile. Nobody wants me, I'm nobody's child.

I feel like a visitor that got left behind by his ride.