Quotes About Nothingness

Nothing is more dreadful in life than the profound thought that death may only greet you with eternal nothingness.

Why fear the nothing that is in store for us when it is no different from the nothing that preceded us?

People have their own deaths as well as their own lives, and even if there is nothing beyond death, we shall differ in our nothingness.

There is still a difference between something and nothing, but it is purely geometrical and there is nothing behind the geometry.

Nothing, nothing, the whole long day, nothing.

before the universe" means when there wasn't any when; which is to say that it doesn't mean anything at all.

4 December. To die would mean nothing else than to surrender a nothing to the nothing, but that would be impossible to conceive, for how could a person, even only as a nothing, consciously surrender himself to the nothing, and not merely to an empty nothing but rather to a roaring nothing whose nothingness consists only in its incomprehensibility.

To die would mean nothing else than to surrender a nothing to the nothing, but that would be impossible to conceive, for how could a person, even only as a nothing, consciously surrender himself to the nothing, and not merely to an empty nothing but rather to a roaring nothing whose nothingness consists only in its incomprehensibility.

Life is a fragile hybrid throbbing, at each instant, between being and nothingness.

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O salto é grande mas o tempo é um tecido invisível em que se pode bordar tudo, uma flor, um pássaro, uma dama, um castelo, um túmulo. Também se pode bordar nada. Nada em cima de invisível é a mais sutil obra deste mundo, e acaso do outro.

The great mystery is not that we should have been thrown down here at random between the profusion of matter and that of the stars; it is that from our very prison we should draw, from our own selves, images powerful enough to deny our own nothingness.

The greatest mystery is not that we have been flung at random between the profusion of matter and of the stars, but that within this prison we can draw from ourselves images powerful enough to deny our nothingness.

But nothing was worse than nothing, and that was the sum total of indifference.

The call to humility has been too little regarded in the church because its true nature and importance have been too little apprehended. It is not something that we bring to God, or that He bestows; it is simply the sense of entire nothingness that comes when we see how truly God is everything.

Humility is simply the sense of entire nothingness, which comes when we see how truly God is all, and in which we make way for God to be all. When the creature realizes that this is true goodness, and consents to be the vessel in which the life and glory of God are to work and exhibit themselves, he sees that humility is simply acknowledging the truth of his position as the creature, and yielding to God His rightful place.

Humility is simply the sense of entire nothingness, which comes when we see how truly God is all, and in which we make way for God to be all.

Sex is the biggest nothing of all time.

If I could trace a single line below the surface of my assumptions, would there come a point when clarity supersedes the chaos of what has been? The tragic sense of destiny is inherent in every man; but I defy fate, I alone am responsible for every action, every scene; in my nothingness I will create the idea, I shall see what I have imagined, and from that alone will spring my entire actions.

What art thou?' Nothing. That's the answer. Nothing. In the heart of hearts- Nothing! So of course you can't stand that and want to be Something, and you try. But instead of being this Something, the man puts it over on everybody instead.

And indeed nothing had happened, a momentous nothing, just another of the great world's shrugs of indifference.

I am no longer surprised by anything and I feel no distress at seeing my complete helplessness. On the contrary, I glory in it and every day I expect to discover fresh flaws in myself. In fact, this revelation of my nothingness does me much more good than being enlightened on matters of faith.

Every something is an echo of nothing

There is poetry as soon as we realize that we possess nothing.