Quotes About Void

she had nothing now that the fantasy was gone.

So he left, and found no passion, and returned to nothing at all.

islands floating in a great black sea of nothingness, and he were each time being asked to close his eyes and launch himself across the void. What if I fall? – that is what he asks himself. What if I fall and then keep falling for ever?

ya que la anatomía es el destino: un vacío, o una concha, una película sobre un vacío que ansía verse colmado en un mundo en el que nada se colma.

Perryville without

He thought about all the holes in him, the blank places, the voids where others felt things. When it came down to it, he was really just a screen, more empty than solid, his emotions blowing through him, only angry catching and holding.

Beth's not on that train? Nope. She's not even in that station, that town, or that part of whatever country your metaphor lives in.

His heart was as empty as her stare.

Time was draining out like water from a bath, leaving a whole lot of cold in its absence

Il silenzio e l'immobilità della morte erano un vuoto, un buco nero che attirava a sé tutto quello che gli stava vicino; e la spinta era così potente che le vite degli altri si interrompevano, momentaneamente paralizzate da quella forza tremenda e contagiosa.

And you have been forever, and will be forever, and all the worrisome smashings of your foot on innocent cupboard doors it was only the Void pretending to be a man pretending not to know the Void.

Ripples in the upside down lake of the void . . . The bottom of the world is gold and the world is upside down

An art dies when it describes itself instead of life - when it turns from the expression of man's feelings in the void, to a mere description of the void.

Los huesos humanos no son más que vanas líneas que se desvanecen, el universo entero un vacío molde de estrellas.

Sometimes I'd yell questions at the rocks and trees, and across gorges, or yodel - What is the meaning of the void? The answer was perfect silence, so I knew.

Ripples in the upside-down lake of the void, is what I should have said. The bottom of the world is gold and the world is upside down.

why not I be like the Void, inexhaustibly fertile, beyond serenity, beyond even gladness, just Old Jack

I dreamed and woke up to a gray dawn, saw it, sniffed (because I had seen all the horizon shift as if a sceneshifter had hurried to put it back in place and make me believe in its reality), and went back to sleep, turning over. It's all the same thing, I heard my voice say in the void that's highly embraceable during sleep.

Late afternoon, it was I not the void that changed.

Todo el interior de unas vidas interminables y sin final que es vacío. Lastimosas formas de ignorancia.

Since beginningless time and into the never-ending future, men have loved women without telling them, and the Lord has loved them without telling, and the void is not the void because there's nothing to be empty of. Art there, Lord Star? - Diminished is the drizzle that broke my calm.

I was dealing in outblownness, cut-off-ness, snipped, blownoutness, putoutness, turned-off-ness, nothinghappens-ness, gone-ness, gone-out-ness, the snapped link.

True emptiness is not empty, but contains all things. The mysterious and pregnant void creates and reflects all possibilities. From it arises our individuality, which can be discovered and developed, although never possessed or fixed.

After us, there was no more world to receive anyone.