Quotes About Void

My heart is a void, dead, and this makes me sad.

There's no such thing as nothing. In every nothing, there's a something. In fact, there could be everything!

There's a great big hole in the middle of me, and no matter how hard I try, I can't fill it. I try to keep the awful, empty sadness out, but it keeps coming back in...

The void in our society has been produced by the absence of values... we have no widespread belief in the value of participation. The rational system has made us fear standing out in any serious way.

There is a candle in your heart, ready to be kindled. There is a void in your soul, ready to be filled. You feel it, don't you?

I don't have any real spirituality in my life - I'm kind of an atheist - but when music can take me to the highest heights, it's almost like a spiritual feeling. It fills that void for me.

Our original nature is...void, omnipresent, silent, pure; it is glorious and mysterious peaceful joy - and that is all. Enter deeply into it by awakening yourself.

I really feel like there's a void in this world for music that acknowledges that spiritual aspect of these activities as well as just the sheer physicality of them.

Can you say something about nothing?

Nothing — the only perfection, the only absolute. Infinite and eternal nothing.

In the dark silence, in the void of all sensation, something began to know it. Very dimly at first, from immeasurably far away, but gradually the presence approached. The dimness of that other knowledge grew brighter ...

The Tibetan Book Of The Dead, where the departed soul is described as shrinking in agony from the Clear Light of the Void, and even from the lesser tempered lights in order to rush headlong into the comforting darkness of self-hood as a reborn human being, or even as a beast, an unhappy ghost, a denizen of hell. Anything rather than the burning brightness of unmitigated reality -- Anything!

The Tibetan Book of the Dead, where the departed soul is described as shrinking in agony from the Pure Light of the Void, and even from the lesser, tempered Lights, in order to rush headlong into the comforting darkness of selfhood as a reborn human being, or even as a beast, an unhappy ghost, a denizen of hell. Anything rather than the burning brightness of unmitigated Reality—anything!

from that, there was nothing.

the distance fills and nearness is a void

The world has a body and I have none

Poor empty pants With nobody inside them.

My life had come to a sudden stop. I was able to breathe, to eat, to drink, to sleep. I could not, indeed help doing so; but there was no real life in me.

God made everything out of nothing. But the nothingness shows through.

Sometimes the world seems like a big hole. You spend all your life shouting down it and all you hear are echoes of some idiot yelling nonsense down a hole.

Into the void of silence, into the empty space of nothing, the joy of life is unfurled.

The essence of a thing is found only in its absence.

Each day death corrodes what we call living, and life ceaselessly swallows our desire for the void.

Perhaps if my story were put in the proper perspective it might be one of many lonely years punctuated by attempts to find an outlet for all the love I've had to give. I had my blessed children to come home to, but they couldn't fill all of the void. When I tucked them into bed I'd wonder why it had turned out like this. Believe me, it was not self-pity, ever.