Quotes About Void

He wasn't dead. Unless the afterlife was just a crappy room of blackness.

He still felt her absence; it was like waking up one day with no teeth in your mouth. You wouldn't need to run to the mirror to know they were gone.

it was like opening up that vast void within all over again. As if during the days since her disappearance a thick liquid had slowly seeped in and filled that chamber, only to have it all sucked out again when she came and went.

La desesperación lo absorbía hacia un vacío enorme que amenazaba con tirarlo a un abismo espantoso.

Silencio. El vacío que ella había dejado cuando desapareció seguía en su cabeza.

And when she left, it was like opening up that vast void within all over again.

You love nothing. You are incomplete. The human parts of you are missing. You're as dead as you are deadly.

An act against the Constitution is void; an act against natural equity is void.

Though now, of all that could have been, there is nothing.

He was a planet without an atmosphere. x.

but ever since the painting had vanished from under me I'd felt drowned and extinguished by vastness—not just the predictable vastness of time, and space, but the impassable distances between people even when they were within arm's reach of each other

I could hardly remember that the world had ever been anything but dead.

There was a distinct absence of anything female in the room--the same sort of absence that a missing picture leaves behind it on a wall.

This," he said, "really is the absolute end, the final chilling desolation, in which the whole majestic sweep of creation becomes extinct. This, ladies and gentlemen, is the proverbial 'it.' " He dropped his voice still lower. In the stillness, a fly would not have dared clear its throat. "After this," he said, "there is nothing. Void. Emptiness. Oblivion. Absolute nothing….

The alien ship was already thundering towards the upper reaches of the atmosphere, on its way out into the appalling void which separates the very few things there are in the Universe from each other.

Whatever the image of yourself, it's a mask and it's hiding emptiness.

Some are lapped in night, where all things are undone.

So much had been invested in craft, in externalization, in looking for something solid out there that would fill the void, create a sense of flight, of getting out of the oppression of self. We don't want to do it; we want to be it.

Space is substance.

Nothing endures, except nothing itself.

There was no present, no past, no future. No sadness, no sorrow, because those were ordinary little human emotions that required a frame of reference, and she had none to cling to. She had caved in, become a measureless void, no poles, no lines of latitude or longitude. She was an emptiness bigger than galaxies, unmapped and unmappable.

My personal life is fairly barren.

A new political-entertainment class has moved into the noisy void once occupied by the sage pontiffs of yore, a class just as polarized as our partisan divide: one side holding up a fun-house mirror to folly, the other side reveling in its own warped reflection.

I saw the void beneath the surface of the world; it threatened to pull me under.