Quotes About Nothingness

God creates out of nothing. Therefore, until a man is nothing, God can make nothing out of him.

In the beginning, that which Is is all there was, and there was nothing else. Yet All That Is could not know itself—because All That Is is all there was, and there was nothing else. And so, All That Is…was not. For in the absence of something else, All That Is, is not.

What we know is that the matter we have come to love in the universe—the stuff of stars, planets, and life—is only a light frosting on the cosmic cake, modest buoys afloat in a vast cosmic ocean of something that looks like nothing.

the matter we have come to love in the universe - the stuff of stars, planets and life - is only a light frosting on the cosmic cake, modest buoys afloat in a vast cosmic ocean of something that looks like nothing.

Almost she wished she could die. Not quite. It wasn't that she was afraid of death, which had, she thought, its picturesque aspects. It was rather that she knew she would not die. And death, after the debacle, would but intensify its absurdity. Also, it would reduce her, Helga Crane, to unimportance, to nothingness. Even in her unhappy present state, that did not appeal to her.

For those who find it remarkable that we live in a universe of Something, just wait. Nothingness is heading on a collision course right toward us.

They are between. Not what they used to be, and not what they have become. In those times, they are nothing. And I am invisible, and I am nothing too. That is the true demimonde, Lucien, and the secret is, it is not always desperate and dark. Sometimes it is just nothing. No burden of potential or regret. There are worse things than being nothing, my friend.

An we, inhabitants of the great coral of the Cosmos, believe the atom (which still we cannot see) to be full matter, whereas, it too, like everything else, is but an embroidery of voids in the Void, and we give the name of being, dense and even eternal, to that dance of inconsistencies, that infinite extension that is identified with absolute Nothingness an that spins from its own non-being the illusion of everything.

God is pure nothingness, touched by neither Now nor Here. The Name of The Rose

Gott ist ein lauter Nichts, ihn rührt kein Nun noch Hier. . . .

Gott ist ein lautes Nichts, ihn rührt kein Nun noch Hier. Tanr? kocaman bir hiçtir, ne ÅŸimdi ilgilendirir onu ne de buras?.

Whither will suffering lead me? To nothingness; but I shall have suffered. Whither will enjoyment lead me? To nothingness; but I shall have enjoyed myself.

La nada no existe. Cero no existe. Todo es algo. Nada es nada.

Did I exist before my birth? No. Shall I exist after death? No. What am I? A little dust collected in an organism. What am I to do on this earth? The choice rests with me: suffer or enjoy. Whither will suffering lead me? To nothingness; but I shall have suffered. Whither will enjoyment lead me? To nothingness; but I shall have enjoyed myself. My choice is made. One must eat or be eaten. I shall eat. It is better to be the tooth than the grass.

Nihilism has no point. There is no such thing as nothingness. Zero does not exist. Everything is something. Nothing is nothing. Man

Nadas que são enormes dentro do vazio.

La muerte era algo que te llegaba al final, tras haber vivido unas decenas de años y haber ido envejeciendo poco a poco. Un largo camino blanco que se extendía en línea recta hasta desaparecer en la distancia en medio de una luz cegadora. Hay quien llama a esto "la nada", pero nadie la ha visto. La muerte era eso.

Mañana me esperaban otros caminos. Fáciles, ruidosos, comunes. La fe a medias, las falsas banderas. Me resignaría a ello, ¿qué otra cosa podía hacer? Puesto que la seducción de la nada era inútil, repugnándole al corazón por tantos indicios dejarse persuadir por ella. Y ni la infelicidad, con su amarga miel, me servía ya.

Vi la muerte y no me gustó. ¿Qué sentiré si me muero? - No sentirás nada. Ese es el problema precisamente. Nunca sentirás nada. La muerte es de una simplicidad terrible -sonrió la serpiente.

Non-being is "not to be spoken of," for it is, in the strictest sense, nowhere.

Life is a tale told by an idiot, signifying nothing.

In the beginning there was nothing, and then God created light. There was still nothing but you could see it a lot better.

I believe that when I am dead, I am dead. I believe that with my death I am just as much obliterated as the last mosquito you and I squashed. (from Who's Who in Hell)

Prayer begins to take on its full dimensions only when we begin to intuit that the subtle nothingness of prayer is everything.