When our forefathers put down roots in desolate places, the thing that allowed them to survive was that they had a faith to see them through the tough times.
You are mine, woman, and I am yours. Until you, my life was desolate. I existed, but I didn't truly live. Now I live, even in my death.
It keeps eternal whisperings around desolate shores
The world about us would be desolate except for the world within us.
Wisdom is sold in a desolate marketplace where none can come to buy.