Quotes About Nothingness

Un sentimiento de absurdo, tétrico y grotesco: he aquí la única verdad estúpida que había quedado después de todas sus experiencias. La vida entera parecía no tener más significado que un puñado de arena. Bastaba con abrir los dedos para que no quedara nada.

No soy nada…, no soy nada…» se repite una y otra vez, mientras, la oscuridad es absorbida por su piel, los latidos de su corazón, como sonidos de una antigua maquinaria de relojería, traquetean en sus oídos.

No soy nada…, no soy nada…» se repite una y otra vez, mientras, la oscuridad es absorbida por su piel

Humans have terrible passions that can go either way: create or destroy, it all depends on where they emerge. Art is not a tranquil occupation. What is peaceful about wrestling with nothingness? If the process isn't brutal, it's just decor. Your choice: violence towards others, or violence to yourself?

the invisible storehouse in nothingness, called memory.

Traditional religion turned the consciousness of sin into a condition for salvation; but the tortured sense of nothingness of the neurotic qualifies him now only for miserable extinction, for merciful release in lonely death.

Hail nothing full of nothing, nothing is with thee.

Some lived in it and never felt it but he knew it all was nada y pues nada y nada y pues nada.

Na majestade da morte, no respeito para com os mortos... E a morte é nada mais do que a morte. E o morto é apenas um cadáver frio. Não importa onde jaz onde seus ossos se transformam em pó.

The source of all the material comes from nothingness, illusion is working more on things you can prove. That's the principle, the essence of life, it is actually an illusion, not immaterial. That's worth pursuing. So illusion is not nothing. In a way, that is the truth.

It's the sight of the dead...the teasing glimpse of what comes when you are no one.

why there is something rather than nothing: nothing is unstable.

Finally, and inevitably, the flat universe will further flatten into a nothingness that mirrors its beginning. Not only will there be no cosmologists to look out on the universe, there will be nothing for them to see even if they could. Nothing at all. Not even atoms. Nothing. If you think that's bleak and cheerless, too bad. Reality doesn't owe us comfort.

His face became a mirror, and in it I saw a monster version of myself, unleashing my anger like black magic. In front of my children, in front of my neighbors' house. If I'd really been a witch Nathan would have been a column of dust. Not even a lizard, not even a toad. Just nothing. Nothingness

Gleichgültigkeit! Gleichgültigkeit an die Stelle der Liebe? - Das heißt, Nichts an die Stelle von Etwas.

That we may merge into the deep and dazzling darkness, vanish into it, dissolve in it forever in an unbelievable bliss beyond imagination, for absolute nothingness represents absolute bliss.

You know the formula: m over nought equals infinity, m being any positive number? Well, why not reduce the equation to a simpler form by multiplying both sides by nought? In which case, you have m equals infinity times nought. That is to say that a positive number is the product of zero and infinity. Doesn't that demonstrate the creation of the universe by an infinite power out of nothing?

only the rustle of those colours waving in the air, impenetrable, lighter than nothingness

Il resto era ancora nulla. Inventarlo - questo sarebbe stato meraviglioso.

from that, there was nothing.

In the world it is called Tolerance, but in hell it is called Despair...the sin that believes in nothing, cares for nothing, seeks to know nothing, interferes with nothing, enjoys nothing, hates nothing, finds purpose in nothing, lives for nothing, and remains alive because there is nothing for which it will die.

The mandalas were meant to be objects of contemplation, aids to meditation, their proportions magically balanced to purify and calm the mind. To stare at a mandala was to experience, if only briefly, the nothingness that is at the heart of enlightenment.

Everything comes out of smoke and mist and nothingness, a mystical happening…

Place down the poison right before me To take my voice out of my chest And wash away my shameful glory Into the gleaming nothingness.