Quotes About Void

A silent dark...as black as a moonless lake, as a ravine's wings, darkness there and nothing more, merely this and nothing more...

It was a stern night landscape. The sound of the freezing of snow over the land seemed to roar deep into the earth. There was no moon. The stars, almost too many of them to be true, came forward so brightly that it was as if they were falling with the swiftness of the void. As the stars came nearer, the sky retreated deeper and deeper into the night color.

Nothing is so desolate as a place where life has been and gone.

Jay couldn't fill that empty space with anything. Nothing brought him joy.

Some universes must teem with life. Others must be completely dead.

Do nothing and there shall be nothing.

The story of the fall tells us that sin corrupts: it puts asunder what God had joined together and joins together what God had put asunder. Like some devastating twister, corruption both explodes and implodes creation, pushing it back toward the "formless void" from which it came.

When someone dies, it doesn't leave a hole, and that's the agony.

Consider this: on the first day of creation, before God picked up the pen to scribble in stars and moon, sun and sky (and the sea monsters of the deep); the Lord God looked at the margins around and wondered what might come to life in those edges of existence. What we would see as void and empty, God saw as opportunity. Eugene Peterson, in The Message, describes it this way: "Earth was a soup of nothingness, a bottomless emptiness, an inky blackness" (Genesis 1:2).

As a professional comedian, it's my theory that people get into comedy because there's something missing in their own personal life, and they need that void filled through laughter and acceptance onstage.

This is what happens to those who sit still. People who did nothing ended up with nothing lives lived on nothing furniture inside a nothing space doing nothing watching nothing being nothing. They became supernovas of nothingness that turned into black holes of pathetic shit as they sank in on themselves and disappeared from existance. People like that were not even missed.

If some great catastrophe is not announced every morning, we feel a certain void. Nothing in the paper today, we sigh.

It was the world of the abyss, supposedly as lifeless as the earth's first midnight.

I never did believe the rumors," Lacey said. "It's a way of filling a void. The human mind doesn't like unanswered questions. The instinct is to fill the unknown gaps with something, anything, even if it's bizarre. That's why closure is so important. Knowing, even when the truth hurts, you know?

So many of our destructive behaviors take root in an emotional void, an emptiness that calls out for something to fill it.

Grief doesn't feel as if a rug has been pulled out from under her. There is no rug. There is no floor on which to lay a rug. There is no ground on which to build a floor to lay a rug.

Darkness isn't a hole you hide in; it's the cosmos.

Nothing is everywhere. Our Earth is merely a tiny speck of dust floating through a vast expanse of utterly silent inhospitable void.

In the void, there is no distinction of east and west. Gwen blinked slightly at that. I know all of those words, and yet when strung together like that I have no idea what they mean.

And as I looked at him, I suddenly felt, for the very first time in my life, utterly, entirely alone. That something was gone that would never return, that a little hole had been hollowed out inside of me that wasn't ever going to be filled again.

And as I looked at him, I suddenly felt, for the very first time in my life, utterly, entirely alone. That something was gone that would never return, that a little hole had been hollowed out inside of me that wasn't ever going to be filled again.

Shakespeare and a very few others qualified but thousands and thousands of others dropped into the void without a sound.

I know something about dread myself, and appreciate the elaborate systems with which some people fill the void, appreciate all the opiates of the people, whether they are as accessible as alcohol and heroin and promiscuity or as hard to come by as faith in God or History.

nor can we know ahead of the fact the unending absence that follows, the void, the very opposite of meaning, the relentless succession of moments during which we will confront the experience of meaningless itself.