Quotes About Void

No music can fill the gaping void ... at least in my experience only faith. Only faith.

If nothing lasts for ever, will you be my nothing?

Life without you is like; Facebook without friends, Youtube without videos, and Google with no results...

Nothing,' I said. 'Air.' 'Those are not the same,' he said. 'Nothing is empty void, while air is what fills all else. It is breath and life and spirit, the words we speak.

It is like a tomb. This is what it will be, every day, without him.

I was a gray space filled up with nothing.

But there is nothing. A high whine of nothing, like the absence of noise when a church bell falls silent.

Crashing into the trembling void Stretching my hand to you Losing myself to frigid regret Is this fragile love A way To say Good-bye

One day I will become a bird and unsheathe my existence out of my void. When the two wings burn I'll near the truth and reincarnate from ash. I am the dialogue of dreamers. I turned away from my body and my self to complete my first journey toward meaning, but meaning burned me and disappeared. I am absence. The heavenly and the expelled from "Mural

Seja como for, a ausência de ruído é o melhor sinal da proximidade de um abismo.

What art is, in reality, is this missing link, not the links which exist. It's not what you see that is art; art is the gap

Memory, instead of being a duplicate, always present before one's eyes, of the various events of one's life, is rather a void from which at odd moments a chance resemblance enables ones to resuscitate dead recollections, but even then, there are innumerable little details which have not fallen into that potential reservoir of memory, and which will remain for ever unverifiable.

Only that which is absent can be imagined.

So spake Israel's true king, and to the Fiend Made answer meet, that made void all his wiles. So fares it, when with truth falsehood contends.

Often all the possessions we have, the work we do, the beliefs we hold, are manic attempts to fill this opening, but they never stay in place. They always slip, and we are left more vulnerable and exposed than before. A time comes when you know that you can no longer wallpaper this void. Until you really listen to the call of this void, you will remain an inner fugitive, driven from refuge to refuge, always on the run with no place to call home.

Eventlessness has no posts to drape duration on. From nothing to nothing is no time at all

Eventlessness has no post to drape duration on.

Fantasy flows in where fact leaves a vacuum.

Emptiness is the pregnant void out of which all creation springs. But many of us fear emptiness. We prefer to remain...surrounded by things...we imagine are subject to our control.

The night stared me in the face, amorphous, blind, infinite, without frontiers. Not a single start relieved the darkness behind the glass.

Nothing can come out of nothing, any more than a thing can go back to nothing.

If I were dead, I wouldn't be sad, and I wouldn't be glad, because I wouldn't be.

What makes this inner void so difficult to deal with is that it's amorphous. We can't fix it because we can't pinpoint its precise cause. And even if we could, we wouldn't be able to banish it. It's the price we pay for being human.

Some people think it's comforting to imagine being flung over a rainbow when you die, grabbed by your ankles by a bluebird, and swung into the void.