A Quote by Jack Kerouac

Desolation, desolation, I owe so much to desolation. — © Jack Kerouac
Desolation, desolation, I owe so much to desolation.
Emptiness and boredom: what an understatement. What I felt was complete desolation. Desolation, despair, and depression. Isn't there some other way to look at this? After all, angst of these dimensions is a luxury item. You need to be well fed, clothes, and housed to have time for this much self-pity.
All consolation that does not come from God is but desolation; when the soul has learned to receive no comfort but in God only, it has passed beyond the reach of desolation.
Emptiness and boredom: what a complete understatement. What I felt was complete desolation. Desolation, despair and boredom.
I sat in my desolation Withdrawn from all around, Feeling my life was a ruin, a failure. I was empty inside with the utter collapse of my being. I did not care anymore for living or dying. I was alone in my distress and desolation. But as I sat sadly on the ground, The sun reached out his hand to me and touched my face. And so my healing began.
A first attempt to recover the right of self government may fail, so may a second, a third, etc. But as a younger and more instructed race comes on, the sentiment becomes more and more intuitive, and a fourth, a fifth, or some subsequent one of the ever renewed attempts will ultimately succeed... To attain all this, however, rivers of blood must yet flow, and years of desolation pass over; yet the object is worth rivers of blood and years of desolation. For what inheritance so valuable can man leave to his posterity?
They make a desolation and call it peace.
Whole sight; or all the rest is desolation.
There is a fearful splendor in absolute desolation.
There are few places in England where you can get so much wildness and desolation of sea and sandhills, wood, green marsh and grey saltings as at Wells in Norfolk.
Grace comes often clad in the dusky robe of desolation.
My desolation does begin to make A better life.
The wolf is the arch type of ravin, the beast of waste and desolation.
After desolation, grief brings back our humanity.
Desolation is a file, and the endurance of darkness is preparation for great light.
Glory falls around us as we sob a dirge of desolation on the Cross
Where can one find a profounder desolation than in the poor child who has lost its mother?
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