Quotes About Nothingness

The snow is tending toward nothingness.

They merely stood, completely absorbed by nothing. Time dissolved into the sky. There was little difference between landscape and spectators. Insensible things that existed in one another.

It would be better to disconnect from everything, to float free from my body, to be nothing in an endless night of nothing.

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The human soul is the opposite of chaos, of nothingness. The soul is everything.

I mean, if you have any idea of any kind of complexity or immensity or destiny, of general order, you're put in a position of nothingness. And I think this is true. I don't think I'm anything; I never have thought that. Whatever it is that activates it is a certain kind of energy that goes on. But the effect is ridiculous; it's absurd." --Lincoln Kirstein in "The New Yorker

Death isn't peaceful; it is just nothing. Everything is gone. No more sunrises, no more hopes, no more fears. Nothing.

Now I knew: things are entirely what they appear to be—and behind them . . . there is nothing.

He seems to be a real enough character, and even tells us that he is thirty years old. Yet whenever Roquentin talks about his past, it has the studied randomness and the glamorous opacity of espionage. He is a spy from the world of nothingness. For instance, he talks carelessly about having been in an unlikely number of places: Shanghai, Moscow, Algiers, Meknes, Saigon, Aden, Hanoi, Angkor.

The way to be nothing is to do nothing.

Life cannot withstand death, but memory is gaining in its struggle against nothingness.

I only have the quite childish horror of the grave and of nothingness

Everything is nothing, but the beauty of nothing is everthing

Sink, he told his hopes, with a kind of satisfaction, sink like a corpse dropped into the river. I am rejected, not for being unwelcome, not even for being ridiculous, but for being nothing.

My happiest moments are those when I think nothing, want nothing, and dream nothing, being lost in a torpor like some accidental plant, like mere moss growing on life's surface. I savour without bitterness this absurd awareness of being nothing, this foretaste of death and extinction.

At the gaping, empty space.

What a way to live a life; what, as the other officer said just now, an endless nothing.

An elite group, bred out of aristocratic prior circles to set and maintain the mores of the world, who had in practice drizzled off into nothingness because they could not stand one another.

Only in a perfect flight from nothingness is Being to be found in all its purity. —St. Bonaventura

He was no more, freed from being, entering into nowhere without even knowing it. Just as he'd feared from the start.

right at this moment, I cannot imagine it being any worse right here, I have been turned into nothing right now, I am negated

Nihilism, there's really nothing to it.

Maybe a certain kind of ignorance was the condition. Into the pure nothingness of my non-knowledge something sublime (an event?) beyond (beneath?) consciousness was able to occur.

The wind through the open windows had broomed out all the fetid feeling of absence and nothingness.