Quotes About Nothing

I've made my nothing, and now I've got to live in it.

I stood up from my seat and made my way for the exit downstairs. Outside, the early evening assaulted me with light, surrounded me with sudden warmth. This is what I deserve, I said to myself. I've made my nothing, and now I've got to live in it.

the sky here's very strange. I often have the sensation when I look at it that it's a solid thing up there, protecting us from what's behind . . . [from] nothing, I suppose. Just darkness. Absolute night.

To stand in the shadow of the scar up in the air. To stand-for-no-one-and-nothing. Unrecognized, for you alone. With all there is room for in that, even without language.

At the same time, those powerful computers spend 95 percent of their time doing absolutely nothing. Modern personal computers perform very few tasks that use their full capacity for longer than a second or two. Outside these brief bursts of activity, most of the time they do nothing at all, generally while we try to figure out what to make of what just happened or what we want to do next.

I could have said their sleep is a challenge to us , to wake up….I could have said they sleep in sorrow for us who sleep through so many levels of our lives…they tell us that we, too, are guarding a tomb. We don't know what's in it. Perhaps nothing. Perhaps what was once in it has gone. We're scared to look. But we go on guarding it.

There was no sound, and this compounded the unreality of the situation. In the course of a raucous evening, nothing is louder than silence.

Damn poachers! And damn lawyers! Everybody wants something for nothing. But nothing worth having is free. Not water. Not mangoes. Not nothing. I've worked for everything I've got, Lassiter." He fingered his earring with one hand and held the gun with the other.

These hands hold nothing. They love most what is wild. They invite no pity

Alexander smoked and watched her from his tree stump bench. What are you doing? she would ask him. Nothing, he would reply. Nothing but growing my pain into madness.

a speech about everything is a speech about nothing.

a speech is shaped, ultimately, by the overwhelming desire that nothing bad happen, then nothing good will happen either. The speech will sound mealy-mouthed and nervous.

Fortunately she spread nothing except food on the beckoning cloth, and his sanity partially returned.

Statistics mean nothing to the individual. Not a damn thing.

I'd say it was a relief to have at last nothing, nothing, but I was too hollow to register relief, too empty to carry it.

Nothing to lose is so empty, so light, that the sand you crumble to at last blows away in a gust, so insubstantial it's carried upwards to shirr into the sandstorm of the stars. That's where we all get to. The rest is just wearing thin waiting for the wind.

glittery illusion where, like the facelifts of fading stars, nothing was permanent.