Quotes About Nothingness

black, like the circle, did not exist.

The '90s was a decade of mundane market-consumer nothingness where there was nothing coming up from the streets; you just had someone in an office deciding what was cool.

Before man ventures into daydreams about his futuristic society, he should first immerse himself in the nothingness of his being, and finally restore life to what it is all about: a working hypothesis.

Like a god, / I believe in nothing.

Ein Nichts waren wir, sind wir, werden wir bleiben, blühend. die Nichts-, die Niemandsrose.

I was not I, I was nothing - and that seemed to me quite marvelous.

You don't know what it's like to be a man over thirty who's never had anything happen to him. You spend so many years trying to stay safe, stay alive, to avoid some unknown horror. Then you realize the horror is existence itself. The nothing-happening.

If God in all of His infinite power and love were real to us, the opinions of men, either for or against us, and the honor or dishonor they may bestow would shrink into nothingness in comparison.

He suddenly felt nothing, or rather Nothing, a pre-tornadic stillness of zero sensation, as if he were the very space he occupied.

there was actually nothing, and /you/ were nothing, and it was all a delusion. And that you were better than everyone else because you saw that it was a delusion, and yet you were worse because you couldn't function.

Nothing will come of nothing: speak again.

But whate'er I am, nor I nor any man that but man is, With nothing shall be pleased 'til he be eased With being nothing.

The quality of nothing hath not such need to hide itself

Hay tanto de Todo que lo que hay de Nada queda muy bien cubierto.

Lata rozpadajÄ… siÄ™ na miesiÄ…ce, miesiÄ…ce na dni, dni na godziny, minuty na sekundy, a sekundy przeciekajÄ…. Czym jestem? Jestem pewna iloÅ›ciÄ… sekund - które przeciekÅ'y. Rezultat: nic. Nic.

Eternal nothingness is fine if you happen to be dressed for it.

In the beginning, there was nothing. And God said, "Let there be light." And there was light. There was still nothing, but you could see it a lot better.

Eternal nothingness is O.K. if you're dressed for it.

Things that are not at all, are never lost.

But how can those who violently experience hatred, despair, chaos, nothingness, or love, who burn with each passion and gradually die with each and in each, those who can only breathe on heights, who are always alone, especially when they are with others - how can they grow in linear fashion and crystallize into a system?

Along the way, I picked up an Old Scots word for dreariness: dreich. The man who taught it to me sold gorgeous cashmere scarves made in Scotland and had just finished reciting a Robert Burns poem to me. Dreich, he explained, "means . . . nothingness." He pointed outside and said, "It means that," referring to the gray spitty skies that hadn't once shown the sun while I'd been there. Dreich. A perfect word both in sound and meaning.

To eat communion bread will be to taste the world's indifference, and to immerse myself in nothingness.

I had reached nothingness, and the nothingness was live and moist.

Forgiveness, I finally decide, is not the death of amnesia, nor is it a form of madness, as Derrida claims. For the one who forgives, it is simply a death, a dying down in the heart, the position of the already dead. It is in the end the living through, the understanding that this has happened, is happening, happens. Period. It is a feeling of nothingness that cannot be communicated to another, an absence, a bottomless vacancy held by the living, beyond all that is hatred or love.