Quotes About Nothingness

I wondered a little why God was such a useless thing. It seemed a waste of time to have him. After that he became less and less, until he was... nothingness.

An icy gust of air rose from the open doors. Blackness. I cannot be locked in blackness. I cannot! And finally he screamed. He couldn't hold it back any longer. He screamed, the terrible cry begun before he was pushed forward, before he felt himself topple from the threshold, before he realized he was plunging down and down into the blackness, into the nothingness...

You will not feel anything. When you detonate the explosion, you will cease to be. That's all. There is no life beyond biological life. There is no life beyond visible life.

All the joys of earth will not assuage our thirst for happiness; while a single grief suffices to shroud life in a sombre veil, and smite it with nothingness at all points.

And then the world turned red, then black. And there was nothing any more.

strands of your hair and tendrils of the wind spin into nothingness the memories of that day...

Nothing he could do or say would bridge the gulf because there was nothing here to appeal to. There was nothing here but anger and fear, things in themselves entirely sterile. Divorced from the love of righteousness, the fear of God, they were nothing. There was nothing here. He had not realized before the ghastly evil of negation. He had seldom felt such evil. Nothingness was a bottomless pit...

Abyss calls to abyss." It is there in the very depths that the divine impact takes place, where the abyss of our nothingness encounters the Abyss of mercy, the immensity of the all of God. There we will find the strength to die to ourselves and, losing all vestige of self, we will be changed into love.

My wisdom is as spurned as chaos. What is my nothingness, compared to the amazement that awaits you?

What is my nothingness to the stupor that awaits you?

The sand looked so beautiful then, so many little individual grains in the light of the night, giving the watcher the childhood feeling of infinite things finally understood, the humiliating feeling of the watcher's nothingness.

The desire not to be anything is the desire not to be.

Every object in the world, loved for its own sake, has a right to its own nothingness. Every being pours out being, a little of its being, the shadow of its being, into its own non-being.

Das Nichts hat sich ermordet, die Schöpfung ist seine Wunde, wir sind seine Blutstropfen, die Welt ist das Grab, worin es fault.

Die Welt ist das Chaos. Das Nichts ist der zu gebärende Weltgott.

Every word is like an unnecessary stain on silence and nothingness.

Freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose.

The world is all a carcass and vanity, The shadow of a shadow, a play And in one word, just nothing.

Every word is like an unnecessary stain on silence and nothingness.

If there ever was a time that nothing existed, then nothing would exist now

If there ever was a time when absolutely nothing existed, all there could possibly be now is nothing.

Every time I wake, I understand how easy it is to be nothing.

[The politicians] become nothingness and they don't do the job that they got elected to do. And it happens time and time again.

The emptiness is so intense, that anything which enters it leaves a trace, something of it remains in space: in the silence, in the whiteness, nothingness becomes peopled, too.