Quotes About Void

Everything is nothing.

It is impossible to imagine existence void of any intelligence.

Soon silence will have passed into legend. Man has turned his back on silence. Day after day he invents machines and devices that increase noise and distract humanity from the essence of life, contemplation, meditation...tooting, howling, screeching, booming, crashing, whistling, grinding, and trilling bolster his ego. His anxiety subsides. His inhuman void spreads monstrously like a gray vegetation.

The only thing I'm sure of is that one can't be a complete unbeliever. That would be to admit to nothingness. Absolute zero doesn't exist.

My mind, as is so often the case these days, was totally blank.

When she thinks of this, she feels as tatty as a scrap of lace, defined not so much by what she's made of, but more by the shapes of what's missing.

of lace, defined not so much by what she's made of, but more by the shapes of what's missing. She can't

Lydia tries her best not to consider the many words that will never come out of her mouth now, the sudden monster void of words she will never get to say.

what filled the vast regions between

There wasn't a human being for several kilometers around, not a news-stand, not a shop, not a café, not a school. Not a cat, not a skinhead. Nothing.

The perfection of her face created a sense of emptiness--like a house with no curtains in the window.

Apparently orgasm is the only point where your mind becomes completely empty—you think of nothing for that second. That's why it's so compelling—it's a tiny taste of death. Your mind is void—you have nothing in your head save white light.

My loneliness began to be filled with ghosts. That is the worst thing about loneliness, how easily it becomes filled.

La única memoria que tenía de esos años era que no tenía ninguna.

There's a hole in our world from all the art those people did not make—there is a hole in us from the loss of their work—and I cannot imagine this was ever anyone's divine plan.

The Great God of the Deserts, the God from the Void, sequestered himself many hundreds of years ago. His worshippers had too many competing views of his nature, and it unsettled his mind. That's a thing that can happen to gods. They're very impressionable.

Faultily faultless, icily regular, splendidly null,Dead perfection, no more.

What did you do in your songs? I don't know, I'll never know, you say. Someone else will write them about me, won't they? I looked into a void of love. And I fell down. There was nothing else there. No where, where I was no one. But I have to sing this song. I'm still here.

I am void of what you would expect.

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

Hurts so—That's just loss. This hole within—

The edges of your wound surround a void

being nothing, being unimagined, being unreal.

The family spiritual void has left the field open to rock music. The result is nothing less than parents loss of control over their childrens moral education at a time when no one else is seriously concerned with it.