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Conspicuous by his absence.
frustration. He stalked off
I'm going home, but there's nothing for me there. I am adrift. I hate that word.
Alone, condemned, deserted, as those who are about to die are alone, there was a luxury in it, an isolation full of sublimity; a freedom which the attached can never know
The thing about being barren is that you're not allowed to get away from it.
This is the loneliest point in history. The last moment of true abandonment. From here on, abandonment is nothing more than a myth. And loneliness? A choice.
She was hollow and lost and abandoned up.
I'm lost. I'm alone. I've got nowhere to go. Nowhere but home.
After grief, all that remains is barren.
People abandoned one another constantly without performing the courtesy of of actually disappearing. They left, but didn't, lurking about, a constant reminder of what could or should have been.
There is nothing left for us here.
A village somewhere was missing it's idiot.
I left them there for the flies and the birds and the sun and the wind. In the silence outside the Tour du Silence, I left them. Where the faceless dead faced the sky, I left them there at the center of the world.
They left their encampment with dirt-covered linen strewn about the abandoned grounds amongst clothes, shoes, children's toys and other discarded belongings. The handcart wheels crunched over them, and the dry wheels screamed as the Willie Company started for Zion.
To shelter and to hide, they have resigned themselves.
Someone was always leaving
and never coming back.
The wooden houses wait like old wives
along this road; they are everywhere,
abandoned, leaning, turning gray.
that town, they had gone under and now just the rotting empty shell remained. Having left all that was his home
I was ready to leave with every load, with every worthy individual of respectable appearance hiring a cab; but absolutely nobody invited me, not one; it was as if they had forgotten me, as if I was actually something alien to them!
Solitude where are thou?
One can never know for sure what a deserted area looks like.
God send for the hopeless ... I'm the one You left behind.
Gone? - gone? What means that little word? - What
people go
but how
they left
always stays
expelled from the garden.
Nothing is more deadly than a deserted, waiting street.
A vast and abandoned world laid out in anonymous grids and quadrants, a view that confirmed you were much more alone than you thought you were, a view that inspired the flickering thoughts of suicide.
was being plundered
Have any of our friends got off the Island with their families, or what must they submit to? Despotism or destruction, I fear, is their fate.
Why come back to this empty house, and this Manila with a strange face; the one I never knew? All those lonely islands. They will keep afloat without me.
away from me while I was gone, I-- Jodi Picoult
There is nothing to do and there is nowhere to go
There is nothing to be and there is no-one to know
I am a dead man who wanders
registered nowhere
Duty and dereliction guide thee back to solitude.
This road is a winding one.
We left the west flooded
with new loneliness.
I swear to God, every other fucker has flat-out deserted me.
Our hearts are breaking ... We are lonely and deserted, sad and sick.
I've returned and I look around me and think, I've missed my life. While I was off and alone, it went on here, without me, and I'm forever doomed to be a stranger in my own home.
Why must we be left, the survivors picking among the flotsam, among the small, unnoticed, unvalued clutter that was all that remained when they vanished, that only catastrophe made notable?
The street resembled fairgrounds deserted in haste. There was a little of everything: suitcases, briefcases, bags, knives, dishes, banknotes, papers, faded portraits. All the things one planned to take along and finally left behind. They had ceased to matter.
Word has traveled quickly that just because you're on island doesn't mean you have to be stranded
as long as you have cash.
disappearing into the rent sky.
A week of sweeping fogs has passed over and given me a strange sense of exile and desolation. I walk round the island nearly every day, yet I can see nothing anywhere but a mass of wet rock, a strip of surf, and then a tumult of waves.
This doesn't happen. People aren't forgotten like this. Not abandoned like this.
They are again in the dirt in the desert
Their only respite is in the balm of bleakness. Disdainful of the solicitations of hope, they look for sanctuary in desolate places - a scattering of ruins in a barren locale or a rubble of words in a book where someone whispers in a dry voice, "I, too, am here." However,
We are only alone when we abandon ourselves.
Dead. Never been that before. Not even once.
He had nowhere to be; he had nothing to do; he was deeply depressed, fracking depressed, deep-shale shattered.
A missle lost Unprogrammed
If someone feels that they're abandoned, there are always complicated feelings. There are always reasons for why people do the things that they do.
Leave nothing for death but a burned-out castle
the village, since they forbade us to leave
Lonesome, no more!
Sort of desolate, decayed, the smell of - I don't want to dramatise it - but death, you know. That is what it feels like, no-man's-land, and it is not a nice place to be.
found three thousand Unsullied
Men resemble great deserted palaces: the owner occupies only a few rooms and has closed-off wings where he never ventures.
Gone, but not forgotten.
When the going gets tough, everyone leaves.
All the lonely people, where do they all come from?
Being left behind was a special kind of loss. -
Here there was no shelter for his soul. There were no houses for a home. It was all a wilderness. It was all a battlefield. It was wild, without a friend. It was all a broken battlefield.
Everything which we loved is lost. We are in a desert ... Before us is nothing but a black square on a white background!
I felt as lonely and desolate as a man suddenly fallen from the clouds into an unknown town on the Antarctic Continent built of ice and inhabited by Penguins. Who are these people? I asked myself irritably.
they were lost completely in lightless dark
There are places. Abandoned places. Forgotten places. These are the places I like to be.
The physiognomy of a deserted highway expresses solitude to a degree that is not reached by mere dales or downs, and bespeaks a tomb-like stillness more emphatic than that of glades and pools. The contrast of what is with what might be, probably accounts for this.
Henry looked up and down the empty avenue - no cars or trucks anywhere. No bicycles. No paperboys. No fruit sellers or fish buyers. No flower carts or noodle stands. The streets were vacant, empty - the way he felt inside. There was no one left.
We're going to be in the wilderness in three days. There won't be doughnut stores.
We're lost where the mind can't find us
utterly lost
There was nothing but a lonely magnificence of sea and islands
Who would wave a flag to be rescued if they had a desert island of their own? That was the thing that spoilt Robinson Crusoe. In the end he came home. There never ought to be an end.
War had taken hold of them and would never let them go. They would never really belong to their homes again. The war was over ... but the armies were still in being.
I thought the only lonely place was on the moon.
It's as though the shadows were an ocean, and the tide has gone out leaving a barren, rigid landscape of empty streets.
Boredom can be a lethal thing on a small island.
Self abandoned, relaxed and effortless, I seemed to have laid me down in the dried-up bed of a great river; I heard a flood loosened in remote mountains, I felt the torrent come; to rise I had no will, to flee I had no strength.
We are abandoned in the world ... in the sense that we find ourselves suddenly alone and without help. Man is condemned to be free; because once thrown into the world, he is responsible for everything he does.
We have nothing left. Orphans. Castaways." She turns to me. "Childless. That is what we are. The unwanted or the un-killed. We
are together only by the wrongs done to us. There is no-one else to worry about us, to fear for our safety, or to give us comfort.
Where can we hide in fair weather, we orphans of the storm?
We've gone on holiday by mistake
I felt alone out there, like I was on a desert island. I felt like Gilligan.
In Lisbon, a street cry gloated over the Spanish defeat: Which ships got home? The ones the English missed. And where are the rest? The waves will tell you. What happened to them? It is said they are lost. Do we know their names? They know them in London. Oh,
I have gone into the waste lonely places
I was not abandoned as a child. I left.
The few trees still upright were stripped of their branches, lonely flagpoles without a nation to claim them.
Lies had deserted me, and I felt as lonely as though they had been my only friends.
It is all ash and dry leaves and grief gone like an ocean liner.
To be left behind ... or to leave behind. I wonder which hurts more.
She has stepped out into a different night, a different town altogether, one of those first-person-shooter towns that you can drive around in seemingly forever, but never away from. The only humanity visible are virtual extras in the distance, none offering any of the help she needs.
Where is my oasis? Too far from
here for me to crawl with these
dead legs, refusing to co-operate
Hands and fingers clawing uselessly
through the grains of sand ...
The Abandoned Valley
Can you understand being alone so long
you would go out in the middle of the night
and put a bucket into the well
so you could feel something down there
tug at the other end of the rope?
Our reason has driven all away. Alone at last, we end up ruling over a desert.
It's very unbalanced actually, to be real.Everything's like deserted.
We are all alone here and we are dead.Dead-- Henry Miller
The ship had come sweeping in over a dark and somber landscape, a terrain so desperately far removed from the heat and light of its parent sun, Sol, that it seemed like a map of the psychological scars of the mind of an abandoned child.
Throughout my life I had wandered alone, trying to find pieces of me in any place I could and when it came down to it, I was nothing but a shell of missed opportunities.
As a splendid palace deserted by its inmates looks like a ruin, so does a man without character, all his material belongings notwithstanding.
How can I be lost, if I've got nowhere to go?
To unpathed waters, undreamed shores.
Since you went the sun refuses to shine The sky joins me in weeping for your absence All our pleasure is gone with you ... Silence reigns everywhere ... Oh come back! Already the shepherds and their flocks call for you! Come back soon, or it will be winter in May.