Quotes About Empty

may ever in prosperity if life ever were in my favour, in my last dying will with a wish; may my bowls never empty. No matter what it is, whether it's a bowl of Ramen noodles or a bowl of meth or a bowl of Diamonds. May my bowls never empty in death -CRYSTALLINE DOLLMETH

I'm shining like fireworks over your sad, empty town.

Not long ago, in response to a spell of insomnia, I learned some of the principles of meditation, to empty my mind piece by piece. It was like the old game of jacks - cautiously lifting each jack clear of its neighbor until only the empty background remained.

When it actually came to everyone clamoring to see the medal and talking about the experience, I began to feel empty inside. I started to feel that this piece of metal was worth more than I was as a person, and I think this began a spiral for me.

There is no room for God in the man who is filled with himself.

The place was empty 'cause of the Hanging. I didn't want to stay and—" "And what?" "Get more ahead of the others than I was already." "If you are ahead, the correct thing is to get used to it—not to make yourself into an imbecile. Come, you belong in school.

As he lay there, he was sure that he could still feel the memory of that strange hand cupping the back of his neck; and he couldn't believe how empty his mouth felt, now that it only had his own tongue in it.

Wow, this is so great. Snow in New York, isn't it romantic? Only if you love empty theaters.

Logically, I know I'm being controlled by my emotions. But my logic is just 2 percent right now. I feel emotionally raw. [Mystery] clenched his bedsheet in his fist. I feel strange and empty, like after a shit.

Marko drove us to Ra, an Egyptian-themed nightclub guarded by two concrete statues of Anubis. Inside, it was nearly empty. There were just security guards, bartenders, and a group of nine noisy Serbians clustered on barstools around a small circular table. We

the past, I used to fall for ultimatums. But I'd since learned that ultimatums are expressions of powerlessness, empty threats designed to try to influence a situation someone has no control over.

There are memories for both of us, of course, but I've learned that memories can have a physical, almost living presence, and in this, Savannah and I are different as well.If hers are stars in the nighttime sky, mine are the haunted empty spaces in beetween...

If hers are the stars in the nighttime sky, mine are the haunted empty spaces in between.

I think it would dismay them to know what it takes to feed you. Not to mention that you could empty their cellars of beer and wine in a single night.' Eragon said. I would never, Saphira sniffed. Maybe in two nights.

It was, he discovered, like all California towns, built haphazard, a jumble of anybody's whims, with half its spaces empty because people were holding them, waiting for values to rise.

At his kiss, something opened up inside the scraped, empty interior of her heart, unfurled. For the first time, her romantic novels made sense, she realized that the landscape of a woman's soul could change as quickly as a world at war.

Forever. That's how long we'll have an empty place at the table.

With all the risks they were taking, love was probably the most dangerous choice of all. Or maybe she was wrong, and he wasn't here, had never been here, watching her, waiting for her. Maybe she was just a silly girl longing for a man who didn't want her, standing alone in an empty street.

And to see the white flash of Klaus's eyes as he whirled on her. For one stunned instant she stared at him, and then lightning crackled. From an empty sky.

Few books today are forgivable. Black on canvas, silence on the screen, an empty white sheet of paper are perhaps feasible.

My heart feels zested. Finely shredded and ready to add to cake batter. It doesn't hurt, because it's not there anymore. Like the angel's chest, with her empty heart hole—but without the sparkler.

The blade glinted its descent, and Akiva fell forward on his hands. He was shredded, empty. Love, peace, wonder: gone. Hope, humanity: gone. All that remained was vengeance.

We are chained hand and foot by protocol, enslaved to a static, empty world where men and women can't read, where the scientific advances of the ages are the preserve of the rich, where artists and poets are doomed to endless repetitions and sterile reworking of past masterpieces. Nothing is new. New does not exist. Nothing changes, nothing grows, evolves, develops. Time has stopped. Progress is forbidden

But soon the wine sack was empty, and sleep brushed my ears with her ash-lips.