Quotes About Void

I hope you theorists know what you're doing.' 'I can assure you that we don't. The geometry is still beyond us. All I learnt in the void was that our best guess so far is certainly wrong.

If you'd managed to force it open, you would have made a direct path between the interior of the Peerless and the void, which is something we try to discourage.

I was free. Free also means nothing.

Yet "nothing" is not quite Faulkner's last word, only the next to the last. In the end, the negativist is no nihilist, for he affirms the void.

La vida es esa línea de luz suspendida entre la nada y la nada, saltamos de la oscuridad a la oscuridad...

There was a new hole in the world where sorrow could enter.

and this morning I am without fire, my marrow is ash, I am very sad.

What was after the universe? Nothing. But was there anything round the universe to show where it stopped before the nothing place began?

However you define God, and whether you believe in God or not, the world we live in has been shaped by the universal human conviction that there is more to life than life itself; that there is a 'god' shaped hole at the centre of our universe.

the things of this world are all a mental creation, since external phenomena are transient and only exist for us because of our perception. Consequently they are actually "created" by our mind (or, if you will, a more universal entity called Mind). Consequently they do not exist outside our mind and hence are a void. Yet the mind itself, which is the only thing real, is also a void since its thoughts cannot be located by the five senses.

There is nothing to do and there is nowhere to go There is nothing to be and there is no-one to know

The lessons in measurement of cloacal forces. Time as a flow of sewage. The excrement of space, scatology of creation. The voiding of the self. The whole filthy integration of things and the nocturnal product . . . drowning in the pools of night.

The embodiment of his mystic precepts, he appeared at any given moment to be on the verge of an amazing disintegration, his particular complex of atoms ready to go shooting off into the great void like a burst of fireworks.

The universe is not just meaningless, but malignantly useless.

For us, then, life is a confidence trick we must run on ourselves, hoping we do not catch on to any monkey business that would leave us stripped of our defense mechanisms and standing stark naked before the silent, staring void. To end this self-deception, to free our species of the paradoxical imperative to be and not to be conscious, our backs breaking by degrees upon a wheel of lies, we must cease reproducing. Nothing less will do.

Her hands were empty now, as empty as her heart, which itself was a coconut shell with its meat scooped out.

Of course you don't make any noise in space, because there's no air.

Nothingness not being nothing, nothingness being emptiness.

Sve se na koncu svede na ništa.

En alguna parte hay un lugar vacío y ese vacío se llenará de mí y yo me asentaré en ese hueco que insesiblemente rebosará de mí, pleno de mí hasta volverse fuente o surtidor. Y mi vacío, el vacío de mí que soy ahora, se llenará de sí, pleno de ser hasta los bordes.

Henceforth the cosmos, once a swarm of blazing galaxies, each a swarm of stars, was composed wholly of star-corpses. These dark grains drifted through the dark void, like an infinitely tenuous smoke rising from an extinguished fire. Upon these motes, these gigantic worlds, the ultimate populations had created here and there with their artificial lighting a pale glow, invisible even from the innermost ring of lifeless planets.

Marriage douses love's flame, leaving nothing but a barren and melancholy blackness. Of course, after marriage, love itself will vanish anyway; but happiness fills the void. Still, there are those hasty fools who fall in love before marrying and, burning with emotion, exhaust all their feeling, believing love to be the highest goal in life." "What, then, is the truth of the matter?" "The truth is contentment. Love and marriage are but a means to obtaining it:

There wasn't a trace of thrusters now.

The truth is that the forms I see have been slowly emptied out. They no longer have any content. They are shapes only. A train, a wall, a world. Or a man. A thing dangling in senseless articulation in a howling void. No meaning to its life. Its words. Why would I seek the company of such a thing? Why?