Quotes About Void

Down the winding cavern we groped our tedious way, till a void boundless as the nether sky appeared beneath us, and we held by the roots of trees and hung over this immensity; but I said: if you please we will commit ourselves to this void and see whether providence is here also.

Once I waked with a black void rushing under me.

Nihil cavum neque sine signo apud Deum.

The faces he woke up with in the worlds hotels were like God's own hood ornaments. Women's sleeping faces, identical and alone, naked, aimed straight out to the void.

Seeing darkness during meditation is also good. It is an advanced state of consciousness. Just ask for divine blessings so that you will progress further. Before the light is darkness. As you explore deeper, there is actually "a series of darkness and light." The dark void is a transition state before the person experiences the explosion of light.

I pressed one cheek against the earth, against this earth which belonged to no one and which was mine. This was where I was at home: here where spirits met again in the luminous void that stretched between the two halves of the world.

My grandfather said the sfumato described a psychological and spiritual transition between states of being. This transition was infinite and that's why we, living in the finite, didn't understand it. Some called it the Void. But that wasn't sfumato. We chased the Smoky Dragon. We rode the dragon. We were the dragon. Finite time was our dance audition. Eternity was opening night.

B)ut behind it all-- nothing: just vodka and the void. (Coco Chanel)

Any space that distinguishes directions and accelerations cannot be "empty", in Aristotle's meaning.

The life of a creator is not the only life nor perhaps the most interesting which a man leads. There is a time for play and a time for work, a time for creation and a time for lying fallow. And there is a time, glorious too in its own way, when one scarcely exists, when one is a complete void. I mean -- when boredom seems the very stuff of life.

When you were neither seed not child and I was nothing too

When you were neither seed nor child And I was nothing too

Things are either devolving toward, or evolving from, nothingness.

Man dies. Come from darkness, into darkness he returns, and is reabsorbed, without a trace left, into the illimitable void of time.

I play because my loneliness is very great, very deep- I fear it has no bottom at all! I stand on the edge of an abyss and hurl words, many heavy words, into it, but they fall without a sound. I hurl into it laughter, threats and moans. I spit into it. I fling into it heaps of stones and rocks. I throw mountains into it- ant still it remains silent and empty.

we really have no right to reproach God for having created the world. For Him it was the only possible way of escaping from the accursed void in which He found himself.

Into the void of silence, into the empty space of nothing, the joy of life is unfurled.

There is no me. I do not exist. There used to be a me but I had it surgically removed.

It was a place without a single feature of the space-time matrix that he knew. It was a place where nothing yet had happened - an utter emptiness. There was neither light nor dark: there was nothing here but emptiness.

I like black because it is a vacant space.

One cannot long remain so absorbed in contemplation of emptiness without being increasingly attracted to it. In vain, one bestows on it the name of infinity; this does not change its nature.

In the beginning was the word. It was only afterwards that the Silence came. The end itself has disappeared...

A spider so fragile, so spindly, so translucent that it runs like a watermark across the paper, just like the tiny blood vessels on your skin. It disturbs nothing, running around in the void, in a very great hurry to live and die. In fact, its tiny size, its microscopic structure is a challenge to the monstrous being that we are. It's fragility can only make us wish to crush it, and that would not even be a crime since our two universes are so entirely separate.

So should we save absence? Should we save the void and this nothingness at the heart of the image? At any rate, removing meaning brings out the essential point: namely, that the image is more important than what it speaks about-just as language is more important than what it signifies.