Quotes About Blankness

is it for these reasons that there is such a dumb blankness, full of meaning, in a wide landscape of snows—a colorless, all-color of atheism from which we shrink?

Or is it, that as in essence whiteness is not so much a color as the visible absence of color, and at the same time the concrete of all colors; is it for these reasons that there is such a dumb blankness, full of meaning, in a wide landscape of snows - a colorless, all-color of atheism from which we shrink?

And most, like me, were drawn to the miracle of the blank page and how, when seeded with letters, it blossomed into words and sentences and paragraphs and stories.

Her beautiful face was blank as an unwritten book.

It was like she was so empty there wasn't even a feeling or thought in her.

a child roaming the night who missed the death before birth as certain outcasts do the dear lulling blankness of the community...

His face, illuminated by the lights, is blank, like someone vacuumed away all his personality, leaving only a mask

There had been anguish, fear, indecision, then gradually the brightness of her presence cast beforehand, obliterating all else. Then I was with her and there was strange blankness, and utter calm of delight. Suddenly, down into the furthest crannies of being all was well. It was all so strangely simple too, with a blameless simplicity as of childhood.

En la práctica de meditación, que lo había mantenido sobrio durante años, Richard había tratado de aprender los fundamentos zen, estar atento al momento presente, comenzar de nuevo con cada respiración, pero la habilidad de poner la mente en blanco se le escapaba. Su

Come molti autori ci raccontano, si scrive quando si ha qualcosa di interessante da raccontare. In questo momento, io ho solamente un vuoto mentale, e consegno a te la pagina bianca", replicò Roberta.

Der Kollege hat einfach das gewisse - Nichts

The schnapps had worked its blessed magic. Drunk now, we surrendered to a blankness born of terror. We sailed on a black sea and we had only one goal: not to look down and drown in it.

Nothing' isn't better or worse than anything. Nothing is just... nothing." Arya Stark

Her brain was not speaking to her. Or maybe it was the other way around. But she could feel the disconnect—a no-man's-land of blankness, like a moat hastily dug to foil an advancing enemy. And

After all, in order to live happily, a man must know now and then a few moments of perfect blankness. Yet I was always exposed, always wide-eyed; even in sleep I did not cease to watch over myself, understanding nothing of my existence, growing crazy at the thought of not being able to stop being aware of myself...

They seemed so bare, so empty. Like a face without features. He

His mind, for the moment, gone blissfully blank.

An empty book is like an infant's soul, in which anything may be written. It is capable of all things, but containeth nothing. I have a mind to fill this with profitable wonders.

Nothingness not being nothing, nothingness being emptiness.

The wall was an eyesore in its newness, grayness, lack of grace. That much blank space might not set a regular person's blood racing, but to an artist, it's like opening up a new sketchpad, the kind with heavy textured paper. Impossible to leave it empty.

My mind is a blank. At this point my feelings are more important than anything else.

My page was too white My ink was too thin The day wouldn't write What the night pencilled in

It was a place without a single feature of the space-time matrix that he knew. It was a place where nothing yet had happened - an utter emptiness. There was neither light nor dark: there was nothing here but emptiness.

Tuesday: Nothing. Existed.