Quotes About Void

Rien n'existe. Tout n'est que rêve. Dieu, l'humanité, le soleil, la lune, la nature des étoiles. Un rêve, un simple rêve. Rien n'existe. Il n'y a que le vide. Et vous... Et vous n'êtes même pas vous. Vous n'avez ni corps, ni sang, ni os, vous n'êtes qu'une pensée.

Symbols shmimbols. Sure they're important but... Well look at Ahab's whale. Now there's a great symbol. Some say it stands for god, meaning, and purpose. Others say it stands for purposelessness and the void. But what we sometimes forget is that Ahab's whale was also just a whale.

Les murs sont infiniment nus. Rien n'y est suspendu, rien de les définit. Ils sont dépourvus de texture. Même à l'œil le plus aguerri ou aux doigts les plus sensibles, ils demeurent illisibles. Vous ne trouverez jamais ici la moindre marque. Aucune trace ne survit. Les murs effacent tout. Ils sont en permanence lavés de toute trace. Obliques, à jamais obscurs et vierges. On a là le parfait panthéon de l'absence.

Looking everywhere, even though there's absolutely nothing, nothing anywhere.

His eyes remain fixed on a horizon that is both empty and meaningless.

The nothing nothings.

Iako je oko mene bila soba, osje?ala sam se izgubljenom u potpunoj praznini.

Al tempio c'è una poesia intitolata la mancanza, incisa nella pietra. Ci sono 3 parole, ma il poeta le ha cancellate. Non si può leggere la mancanza, solo avvertirla.

He left behind a Hole in the Universe through which darkness poured like liquid tar. Through which their mother followed without even turning to wave good-bye. She left them behind, spinning in the dark, with no moorings, in a place with no foundation.

I wasn't cold, I wasn't anything at all I was only a blur.

Everything important originated with nothingness.

She fell asleep, lying there, her hand clasping his. Her last awareness, before she surrendered the responsibility of consciousness, was the sense of an enormous void, the void of a city and of a continent, where she would never be able to find the man whom she had no right to seek.

First I thought to fill this void that is I, and thereby dispel its insufferable monotony. So let us think of something, for when we think, behold, there is thought, and naught but our thought has existence.

A blurred region, in the heart of vastness, far from earth and heaven, with no ground underfoot, no vault of sky overhead, nothing. I am the prisoner of an alien matter and my body is clothed in a dead, formless substance - or rather I have no body, I am that alien matter.

In space, no one can you scream; an in a black hole, no one can see you disappear

In space, no one can hear you scream; and in a black hole, no one can see you disappear.

The color white is the absence of memory.

There seems to be no air in the air she breaths.

I see holes like eyes

My Life is boring without God

And I, infinitesima­l being, drunk with the great starry void, likeness, image of mystery, I felt myself a pure part of the abyss, I wheeled with the stars, my heart broke loose on the wind.

Sometimes, only one person is missing, and the whole world seems depopulated.

Having nothing, nothing can he lose.

I couldn't think. I couldn't feel. I just existed—me,