Quotes About Void

In the seven or eight years we were together, we were never together.

There is no Bodhi tree, Nor stand of a mirror bright. Since all is void, Where can the dust alight

The truth is always an abyss.

He wants your search to be complete and thorough, because you are discerning and will not settle for second best. If you are in a hurry, he'll think: "She's insecure and needs to fill a void. She cannot be alone." "I'm just filling a position. She needs me to write checks for her dreams.

For what is the Void but the beginning of Light? What is Light but the end of Fear? And what am I, but Light given from? What am I, but the beginning of Eternity?

A child's voice, as clear and bright as the Angel's clarion, rose with the notes of the Adamantine aria, "For what is the Void but the beginning of Light? What is Light but the end of Fear? And what am I, but light given form? What am I, but the beginning of eternity?

felt empty, just as they did when Dani climbed out of them

Desolation would not be the proper word to describe his feelings now; it was more the sense of emptiness he imagined he might feel standing all alone on the surface of the moon.

Perhaps the only remaining attitude is one of waiting. By committing oneself to waiting, one neither blocks one's path toward faith (like those who defiantly affirm the void) nor besieges this faith (like those whose yearning is so strong, it makes them lose all restraint). One waits, and one's waiting is a hesitant openness, albeit of a sort that is difficult to explain.

If I breathed the word That disappeared all people in the world, leaving the world to the world, would you say it? Would you sing it out loud?

All sins are attempts to fill voids.

All the natural movements of the soul are controlled by laws analogous to those of physical gravity. Grace is the only exception. Grace fills empty spaces, but it can only enter where there is a void to receive it, and it is grace itself which makes this void. The imagination is continually at work filling up all the fissures through which grace might pass.

The place where I am is missing from my view. It's like that for everybody. We don't see ourselves in the picture, do we? It's a kind of hole.

I don't remember feeling love.

There is a void in your soul, ready to be filled. You feel it, don't you? You feel the separation from the Beloved. Invite Him to fill you up, embrace the fire.

I lean over you, your equal, offering you a mirror for your perfect nothingness, for your shadows which are neither light nor absence of light, for this void which contemplates. To all that which you are, and, for our language, are not, I add a consciousness. I make you experience your supreme identity as a relationship, I name you and define you. You become a delicious passivity.

If nothing were substituted for everything, it would still be too much and too little.

A story? No. No stories, never again.

her stars; they had been waiting her whole life and she only had to find a way to reach them. But now that she saw them unfiltered, she felt revolted. They weren't beautiful. They were the lights of anglerfish, deep-sea monstrosities with glowing lures, calling the small and stupid toward jaws and needle teeth. There was only death out here, only void and fire, and the true beauty in the universe was what she had left behind.

Wir sind nicht fertig geworden miteinander. Und darum, glaube ich, haben wir uns trotz allem nicht trennen können. Der arme Monsieur Dmitritsch! Er könnte alle ersinnbaren Qualitäten eines Mannes haben, vergeblich, er würde nie aufkommen gegen das Vakuum, das uns verbindet.

a deep smothering emptiness

I felt a great emptiness inside, as if I had been searching for some glimpse, not outside but within myself, and had discovered that there was nothing to be found.

Epicurus was a materialist, but not a determinist. He followed Democritus in believing that the world consists of atoms and the void; but he did not believe, as Democritus did, that the atoms are at all times completely controlled by natural laws.

For there was nothing in his eyes but the black night and the cold stars.