Quotes About Empty

Otherwise, he'd have found the ruin empty, and then, somehow, very quietly and almost naturally, he would have died.

The life of the Spanish discoverers was one long day-dream. Illusion after illusion chased one another like the bubbles which the child throws off from his pipe, as bright, as beautiful, and as empty. They lived in a world of enchantment.

Every bitter joule of rage had been converted into speed. She was empty. There was no pain. The air whistled past her ears. She listened intently. That silent music was all there was. It was the sound of the universe showing her mercy.

I can't explain, maybe it isn't something that needs explaining, how the sight of a broken cage just puts you up on stilts. The promise that the cage will always be empty, that its days as a jailhouse are done.

Three creaks. She stepped three times. What is the meaning of it? Three creaks, three weeks? If she comes back for her shoes in three days, then I only need to empty them another three times. If it really is three weeks that were meant, what then. If three months, what then. Three years. That's why I had to write it down now. By then I may no longer believe I heard anything in Miri's room.

At that memory, it seemed to Gilles that he opened a door into an empty house that had been firelit once, and now was naked rafters under the sky.

After supper we climbed into his car. He didn't ask what I wanted to see, he just drove me to the corner where the Globe Theatre stood. Nothing is there now, the lot is empty. I made him stop the car and I got out and stood on that empty lot and I thought the top of my head would come off.

The universe is but one immense unit; it cannot be separated into spatial domains that are totally empty and others that are completely filled with matter. Matter and space can be distinguished from each other, but where we draw the blurred line between them is largely a matter of taste.

Any space that distinguishes directions and accelerations cannot be "empty", in Aristotle's meaning.

It is impossible to bring a substance down to a temperature of absolute zero; there cannot be a blackbody without radiation because absolute zero cannot be reached. And that means that empty space in its true sense cannot be created.

Light is an excitation of empty space proper, of the vacuum. It is no more and no less.

Second, what properties distinguish an otherwise empty volume that retains only some black-body radiation at zero temperature-dubbed zero-degree radiation-from truly empty space? We will show that one remarkable feature of zero-degree radiation is shared with empty space: An observer is unable to determine whether he is at rest or moving with constant speed with respect to it.

Into every empty corner, into all forgotten things and nooks, Nature struggles to pour life.

Behind the slogans lay an intellectual vacuum.

The American ideal is youth -- handsome, empty youth.

I'm constantly around people that talk a lot but say nothing. A sad case.

It's nothing. It tastes like peppermint.

Lonesome. Lonesome. I know what it means. Here all by my lonesome, dreaming empty dreams. Weary. Weary at the close of day, wondering if tomorrow brings me joy or sorrow.

Into the void of silence, into the empty space of nothing, the joy of life is unfurled.

By comparison with high population densities in Japan and Java and China, Australia looked empty and attractive to Asian invasion—so thought the prime minister, but Asians themselves did not think that way.

I've heard of it, returned Mary, knowing full well that it was one of the most expensive and exclusive restaurants on the Thames. It was so exclusive, in fact, that most nights the guest never attained the necessary high criteria, and it remained empty.

I know it is your voice in the corridor but when I run outside the corridor is empty. There is nothing I can do that will make any difference. The last word was yours.

She smiled and said with an ecstatic air: It shines like a little diamond, What does? This moment. It is round, it hangs in empty space like a little diamond; I am eternal.

My passion was dead. For years it had rolled over and submerged me; now I felt empty. But that wasn't the worst: before me, posed with a sort of indolence, was a voluminous, insipid idea. I did not see clearly what it was, but it sickened me so much I couldn't look at it.