“Anna watched as Abel walked across the empty schoolyard, she wondered whether there was a limit to desolation or whether it grew endlessly, infinitely. Desolation with a hundred faces and more, desolation of a hundred different kinds and more, like the color blue.”
“I wonder now whether inner coldness and desolation may not be the pre-condition for making the world believe, by a kind of fraudulent showmanship, that one's own wretched heart is still aglow.”
“It was beyond desolate: it was where desolation goes to be by itself.”
“Desolation would not be the proper word to describe his feelings now; it was more the sense of emptiness he imagined he might feel standing all alone on the surface of the moon.”
“When she stamped her foot, it made a strange thud on the desolate beach. Like a heartbeat.”
“...smoke twisting amongst the lights and turning the air a desolate blue, the colour of dead hopes and lost chances.”