Quotes About Nothingness

In order that love be fully satisfied, It is necessary that It lower Itself and that It lower Itself to nothingness and transform this nothingness into fire.

I was a gray space filled up with nothing.

Soy aire y pensamiento, y nada puedo hacer.

The joke of evolution is that it is a teleology without a point, that we, like all animals, are a project that issues in nothing. But is there really such a thing as nothing, as nothingness? I don't know. I know we're still here, who knows for how long, ablaze with our care, its ongoing song.

But is there really such a thing as nothing, as nothingness? I don't now. I know we're still here, who knows for how long, ablaze with our care, its ongoing song.

But there is nothing. A high whine of nothing, like the absence of noise when a church bell falls silent.

When the image is identical to reality, the imagination is compelled to be neutral. Therefore let the image of the object lie to the object so we can see what lies beyond the object, and in the light of that vision see what saves us from nothingness.

Out of sight, out of body, there is nothing, there is no longer anything. And the words that humans invented to make themselves believe there was something, first of all the word "death" itself, fraught with terror and hope, only conceal the nothingness.

As a child, at the age when others promise to be Chateaubriand or nothing, I had written that I would be myself or nothing. I had certainly not foreseen that one day I would find myself in the position of being both myself and nothing. 65

Maybe it is nothingness that is real and our entire dream is nonexistent, but in that case we feel that these phrases of music, and these notions that exist in relation to our dream, must also be nothing. We will perish, but we have for hostages these divine captives who will follow us and share our fate. And death in their company is less bitter, less inglorious, perhaps less probable.

The real mystery is not that things are the way they are, but that there is something rather than nothing.

this life. We're just a bunch of meat. When we think something, it's just chemicals. When we love something, it's more chemicals. When we die, all the chemicals go back in the ground, and that's it. There's nothing left. You don't go anywhere, except in the ground. No heaven, no hell, no God, no nothing. Just . . . nothing.

Unless this was the afterlife. But I doubted it was. I'm not much of a religious person, but most afterlives that I'd heard of were something more than a blank nothingness. If God or gods existed, and this was all they put together for eternal life, I wasn't very impressed with their user experience. So: probably alive.

Eventlessness has no posts to drape duration on. From nothing to nothing is no time at all

TV families and your own are hard to tell apart, except your isn't interrupted every six minutes by commercials and theirs don't get bogged down into nothingness, a state where nothing happens, no skit, no zany visitors, no outburst on the laugh track, nothing at all but boredom and a lost feeling, especially when you get up in the morning and the moon is still shining and men are making noisy bets on the first tee.

such suffering, owed to her, in compensation, the possibility of receiving the strange call which had come to me and which I would never again cease to hear—as it were the promise that something else existed, something perhaps reachable through art, besides the nothingness that I had found in all pleasures, and even in love, and that even if my life seemed so empty, at least it was not over.

Nothing can come out of nothing, any more than a thing can go back to nothing.

Existence was a chain. Life at one end, vibrant and powerful; nothingness at the other.

If I were dead, I wouldn't be sad, and I wouldn't be glad, because I wouldn't be.

To each soul its eternities and its voids.

murió es el derrumbe de la vida, murió viene de adentro, trae la verdadera respiración del dolor, murió es la desesperación, la nada frígida y total, el abismo sencillo, el abismo.

intenté imaginar cómo iba a ser el mundo sin mí, qué semblante iría a tener la vida de los otros en mi ausencia. cómo iba a ser la nada, mi nada.

Pino closed his eyes and tried to go with the music, which was as gentle and playful as a summer stream. He tried to imagine the stream, tried to find peace in it, and sleep, and nothingness.

When you're dead, you're dead. That's it.