Quotes About Void

O dark dark dark. They all go into the dark, The vacant interstellar spaces, the vacant into the vacant

I can connect Nothing with nothing

I was neither living nor dead, and I knew nothing

I could not Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither Living nor dead, and I knew nothing, Looking into the heart of light, the silence. Oed' und leer das Meer.

Oed' und leer das Meer.

You can't understand me. It's not being alone That is the horror, to be alone with the horror. What matters is the filthiness. I can clean my skin, Purify my life, void my mind, But always the filthiness, that lies a little deeper . . .

When the house is blown up, there's nothing to shut or open.

Antes de caer en la nada con el último diástole

Porque en ese vacio vertiginoso las metaforas saltaban hacia el como arañas

Sí, cenizas de la nada, le contesté yo. - Ni cenizas siquiera dijo el hombre. Ya ni los sueños quedan...

I dream about oblivion like other people dream of good sex...

The universe is just one big happy tapestry of tangled relationships that can never be unraveled. There is no chair here, butterfly there; particle here, void there; time here, gravity there. There is only the picture that emerges from all pulling together, a great mosaic that seems unrecognizable close up, but comes into focus as we stand back and observe from a more distant, and broader, perspective.

But of one thing I am satisfied, that the reason for which a vacuum was introduced by Leucippus and Democritus (namely, that without it the same bodies could not embrace and fill sometimes larger and sometimes smaller spaces) is a false one. For matter is clearly capable of folding and unfolding itself in space, within certain limits, without the interposition of a vacuum; nor is there in air two thousand times as much of vacuity as there is in gold.

Philip Rieff, who argued that the decline of a shared moral horizon defined by religion had left a huge void that was being filled by psychologists preaching a new religion of psychotherapy.

What man seeks, to the point of anguish, in his gods, in his art, in his science, is meaning. He cannot bear the void. He pours meaning on events like salt on his food.

Sometimes something vanishes, and afterwards you can't stop looking at the place where it used to be.

Life is a dinner party without a host. And, frequently, without a dinner party either.

When I drive 'home' and leave you, it makes me feel like I'm driving to nowhere - to nothing - to a place that doesn't make me feel.

In heaven, all the interesting people are missing.

Like Chaos, before the world was created

She says nothing to Tony as she goes by, and he says nothing to her. Two people in the same house with zero to give each other.

Hours, days, and years have become voids within voids. I stand alone against the impossible. And the universe sends children. How can I serve you? Would you care for some candy? Perhaps a bedtime story?

In space, you don't really fly. You just don't fall.

Somewhere far beyond this world, I feel nothing anymore