Quotes About Void

We lost the crickets.

Indeed the alienated person finds it almost impossible to remain by himself, because he is seized by the panic of experiencing nothingness.

It was dark inside that box. Not the blackness of night, but a complete absence of light.

We are not. We never were; we never shall be. We return to the void we never, for mehay is the center of all, and all is the center of nothing.

Les principes sont comme des attaches, des amarres ; quand on les rompt, on se libère, mais de la manière d'un gros ballon rempli d'hélium, et qui monte, monte, monte, donnant l'impression de s'élever vers le ciel, alors qu'il s'élève vers le néant.

and his warm flannel pajamas and the vast, white, icy, aching loneliness waiting in the void left by his shattered heart.

I shall never forget the peace of his hermitage amidst the eternal snows and the lesson he taught me: that we cannot face the Great Void before we have the strength and greatness to fill it with our entire being. Then the Void is not the negation merely of our limited personality, but the Plenum-Void which includes, embraces and nourishes it, like the womb of space in which the light moves eternally without ever being lost.

But if tennis is life, then what follows tennis must be the unknowable void. The thought makes me cold.

But somewhere in America, between the freeways and the Food-4-Less, between the filling stations and the 5-o-'clock news, behind the blue blinking light coming off the TV, there is a space, an empty space, between us, around us, inside us, that inevitable, desperate, begs to be filled up. And nothing, not shame, not God, not a new microwave, not a wide-screen TV or that new diet with grapefruits, can ever, ever fill it. Underneath all that white noise there's a lack.

The difference between a modern artist and a Buddhist monk is in the approach. The artist goes into the void empt and returns with a souvenir, if you will. The monk approaches the void with a traditional body of knowledge and arrives at emptiness. Our world, no less than that of the monks, is full of junk that gets in the way of spiritual practice. The artist plays with the junk, the monk orders it into nothingness.

All decisions – good, bad and nothing – are unknowns. Don't waste your life stuck in the void of non-decision, fearing the unknown, as all is unknown. There are good and bad decisions in all good decisions. A bad decision may give you a short sharp pain, but the void of non-decisions will give you a slow, creep-up-on-you ache for a lifetime.

Conventions are, indeed, all that shield us from the shivering void, though often they do so but poorly and desperately.

Michal leaps out of the void as a name, a significant relation (Saul's daughter), and an emotion (her love for David). This love, twice stated here, is bound to have special salience because it is the only instance in all biblical literature in which we are explicitly told that a woman loves a man.

When something is missing in your life, it usually turns out to be someone.

For myself, there is something which makes suicide possible - not even possible but absolutely necessary: it is the vision of the void, the feeling of void which is impossible to bear.

The universe, it seemed, was full to brimming with lonesome places.

Power depends on the ability to fill a void ...

As Tam had taught him long ago, he formed a single flame in his mind and fed his fears into it, seeking emptiness, the stillness of the void. The flame seemed to grow until it enveloped everything, until it was too large to contain or imagine any longer. With that it was gone, leaving in its place a sense of peace. At its edges, emotions still flickered, fear and anger like black blotches, but the void held. Thought skimmed across its surface like pebbles across ice.

The flame and the void are about center," Tam said. "And about peace. I would teach it to each and every person in this land, soldier or not, if I could.

The Dark One was not a being. It was the darkness between. Between lights, between moments, between eyeblinks.

Concentrate on a single flame and feed all your passions into it—fear, hate, anger—until your mind became empty. Become one with the void, Tam said, and you could do anything

It was an odd thing Tam had taught him. Concentrate on a single flame and feed all your passions into it—fear, hate, anger—until your mind became empty. Become one with the void, Tam said, and you could do anything.

Ein tiefer Graben unweltlicher Herkunft schien sie und ihn in ein Nirgendland einzuschließen.

it's so dreadful to have nothing to love — life is so empty — and there's nothing worse than emptiness…