Quotes About Empty

It is the opener of the heart of God, and a means by which the soul, though empty, is filled.

The airy sky has taken its place leaning against the wall. It is like a prayer to what is empty And what is empty turns its face to us and whispers: 'I am not empty, I am open'.

Gust-driven rain spattered back and forth in hesitant indecisive sweeps like a wispy grey soul just arrived on the empty streets of some afterworld, lost and forlorn

Hell is empty and all the devils are here.

The mathematics stacks were as silent and empty as ever—apparently no one suspected the riches hidden there.

It was time for some serious thinking, and Jasper didn't reckon he should do that on an empty lung. Empty head was one thing; lungs needed smoke to survive – so his ol' Pap'd said.

It could mean that some unknowable Spirit ruled the world & directed his actions, or perhaps that he had simply been lucky. Perhaps it meant that the avoidance motive - fear - should be ignored in all-important matters. The Room of Vital Wisdom may be empty, he thought, but shut should not prevent us from going inside.

But it had been a few moments since Joe had last eaten and he was hungry.

I feel stretched out, like too little butter scraped over too much waffle. And then it all falls down into one of the waffle holes and there's none left for the rest of the waffle and you sort of have to tilt it to make it run out.

Those eyes, seemingly without mystery, are like certain closed cities, such as Lyons and Zurich, and they hypnotize me as do empty theaters, deserted prisons, machinery at rest, deserts, for deserts are closed and do not communicate with the infinite.

My mind, as is so often the case these days, was totally blank.

The sky, a perfect empty canvas, offers clouds nonetheless. They shift and drift and beg interpretation... such is the nature of art.

Our bellies are empty and our patience is short...submit to us and we will make of you a great quiche!' 'Again with the QUICHE?! What kind of self-respecting monster would eat a DAINTY PASTRY DISH?! STEW is what we will make of their bones!' 'Don't get greedy on me! There's three of them! I just want the little one for my quiche!' 'It was nothing to do with greed! It's a matter of principle! MONSTERS DO NOT EAT QUICHE!

Writing, for me, is like trying to restart an engine that has rested for years, silent and rusting, in an empty lot--choked with water and dirt, infiltrated by ants and spides and cockroaches. Vines and weeds shoved into it and sprouting of it. A kind of coughing splutter, an eruption of leaves and dust, a voice that sounds a little like mine but is not the same as it was before.

that as a kind of trap, a way to become distracted Ã¢â'¬Â¦ and still the sense that whatever will disorient and destabilize lies below you, deciding whether to be seen or remain unseen—around a corner, beyond the horizon, and with each new empty reveal, each curve of the steps lit by the blue flames of dead words, toward an unknown become shy, you are wound ever tighter, even though there is nothing to be seen.

He kissed her palm and said simply, "They're brilliant." Cat drew a ragged breath, realizing that it was the first one she had allowed herself for a long time. "Ashcroft didn't think so," she said. "He told me they were cold and empty. Like me." "Ashcroft has the aesthetics of diarrhea.

I have no hope then? the patient asks. There is no hope or change. Have I not changed? the patient asks. How could anything so empty change?

Hes gone. Hes just gone.

Ridicule is a weak weapon when pointed at a strong mind; but common people are cowards and dread an empty laugh.

Pulmonarias need splitting every two or three years, as they rapidly develop into a doughnut with an empty centre that quickly gets filled with weeds.

Since Britain handed over jurisdiction of its former colony to China 20 years ago, the city has operated under the notion of 'one country, two systems.' That increasingly appears to be an empty slogan.

Do not be surprised if I adore as God what you called humanity, since you talked of humanity as if it was empty of spirit and you think in the flesh according to the flesh.

Hollywood is like being nowhere and talking to nobody about nothing.

Isn't this your life? That ancient kiss still burning out your eyes? Isn't this defeat so accurate, the church bell simply seems a pure announcement: ring and no one comes? Don't empty houses ring? Are magnesium and scorn sufficient to support a town, not just Philipsburg, but towns of towering blondes, good jazz and booze the world will never let you have until the town you came from dies inside?