Quotes About Nothingness

We cannot conceive of matter being formed of nothing, since things require a seed to start from... Therefore there is not anything which returns to nothing, but all things return dissolved into their elements.

Nothing is made from nothing.

When I see your picture in its frame, A strait jacket, pity rises in me, And stronger than pity, revulsion. It is as if you had never been. Nobody in the world can know your love, You are strapped to the nothingness of ages, Nobody can will you into life, It is as if you had never been. I cannot break your anonymity, The absolute has imprisoned you, Most sentient, most prescient, most near. It is as if you had never been.

Probably the closest things to perfection are the huge absolutely empty holes that astronomers have recently discovered in space. If there's nothing there, how can anything go wrong?

Silence: the motor drive of nothingness underneath all rhythm - threatened to last forever, a spell of sleep cast over the entire kingdom of listeners.

For when the world one knew began to crumble away bit by bit, when not only your memories but the memories that others might have of you grew dim with time and distance, when, indeed, you began to fade into a nothingness in the minds of the owls that you loved best, well, perhaps that was when legends could become real.

Having nothing, nothing can he lose.

I go out there. I'm out there every day. [Pause] There is nothing out there.

I wanted to be physically erased and start over again. I didn't want to be here. I didn't want to be there. I guess I wanted to be nowhere, I wanted to listen to my brain talk inside of nothingness. I wanted to be untouchable and have no need.

our quest for the secret of life was stupid and meaningless. There was no secret; there was only the crushing bondage of being, and finally when it was time to be no more, nothingness.

Everything is nothing.

The simulacrum now hides, not the truth, but the fact that there is none, that is to say, the continuation of Nothingness.

To be an ignorant man, to posses nothing but a fragile word, to find oneself as if relying upon darkness and nothingness: that is the position from which one must be constantly setting out.

Bossuet has a sentence which is beyond the comprehension of an apostle who does not realize what must be the soul of his apostolate. It runs: "When God desires a work to be wholly from His hand, he reduces all to impotence and nothingness, and then He acts." Nothing wounds God so much as pride.

Nothingness lies coiled at the heart of being like a worm

My thought is me: that's why I can't stop. I exist because I think… and I can't stop myself from thinking. At this very moment - it's frightful - if I exist, it is because I am horrified at existing. I am the one who pulls myself from the nothingness to which I aspire.

The nettles say nothing. The seeds at the tops of the grass stems say nothing. The little white flowers on the tops of their stalks, she doesn't know what they are but they're saying their fresh nothing. The buttercups say it merrily. The gorse says it unexpectedly, a bright yellow nothing, smooth and soft and delicate against the mute green nothing of its barbs.

I don't know how to be . . . an- ything but empty.

Anyone who has been privileged to witness the purée into which 170,000 bison (or 680,000 bisons' hooves) can turn eighteen motor cars has a pretty good idea of the concept of nothingness.

Madlaline's stories stirred up an old restlessness in me, an urge I'd always had to strike out headlong into the world, to be dauntless. By comparison my own life seemed crushingly ordinary. I foresaw my life unfolding as an interminable stretch of nothingness…feeling like a stand-in for myself, a proxy, as though my real self resided elsewhere, waiting to unite someday with this dimmer more hollow self.

Kim Stanley Robinson

Es una vergüeza, ¿sabe usted? Es una vergüeza vivir. La nada era tranquila y buena. En calma, apacible e ignorada, giraba en su bondad. Entonces also se movió, brotaron malas convulsiones ¿Qué demonio era el causante? ¿Qué diablo empujó la nada dándole vida? ¿De qué se vengaba? ¿Por qué deben pensar los condenados a la vida? Es una enfermadad , una horrenda maldición...

El tiempo pasaba sin que ella se diera cuenta de nada. Su dolor engullia el tiempo y era más fuerte que él. El dolor era más fuerte que todo. Todas las cosas estaban hechas de dolor. Ella estaba sufriendo, y en su vida sólo consistía en este sufrimiento. Cada respiración era dolor. «La nada era tranquila y buena» - pensó lentamente-

In other words, the square root of fuckall is fuckall.