Quotes About Void

From some angles, up is toward the earth and down toward the sky, and everything—people, horses, cathedrals, dreams—is suspended over the ceaseless void, barely hanging on.

I was feverish; I couldn't keep down food. Orma stayed by me the entire time, and I suffered the illusion that behind his skin—behind everyone's—was a hollow nothingness, an inky black void. He rolled up my sleeve to look at my arm, and I shrieked, believing he would peel back my skin and see the emptiness beneath it.

It's too great, too terrible, too much. You can shout words into the void forever and never fill it up.

Where people are gone the night falls upward, black and unmanned.

A void in my chest was beginning to fill with anger. Quiet, defeated anger that guaranteed me the right to my hurt, that believed no one could possibly understand that hurt.

This leprous daybreak, dawn night's fangs have mangled – This is not that long-looked for break of day, Not that clear dawn in quest of which those comrades Set out, believing that in heaven's wide void Somewhere must be the stars' last halting-place, Somewhere the verge of night's slow-washing tide, Somewhere the anchorage for the ship of heartache.10

**(c)(p) PEOPLE LOVE TO ASK-WHERE DO WE GO FROM HERE? THIS QUESTION OF MORTALITY SEEMS SO PREVALENT IN THESE LATTER DAYS. SO I ASK-WHAT IS DYING? ITS NOTHING MORE THAN JUST LEAVING AN EMPTY SPACE-WHICH MAY/MAY NOT BE FILLED, EVER. THERE IS A VOID WHICH FOLLOWS EVERY BEING. ITS THE ABSENCE OF YOUR BEING-NOT BEING HERE-IN THE PASSAGE OF TIME. IT BECOMES THE ABSENCE OF TIME ITSELF WHICH NO MORTAL HAS CONTROL OVER.

I was as hollow and empty as the spaces between stars.

I seem to enjoy telling stories with a central absence, with a lacuna tunnelled into them.

One can never know for sure what a deserted area looks like.

Il vuoto è l'inizio di tutte le cose.

I was as hollow and empty as the spaces between the stars.

I was as empty of life as a scarecrow's pockets.

I was as empty of life as a scarecrow's pockets. I

Es gibt nichts, was leerer aussieht als ein leeres Schwimmbecken

What was life like here before I came?" Empty, she wanted to say. Before you came into my life it was empty, hollow, and lonely.

There wasn't a single thing in there that reminded me of my existence.

There was, he knew, within him, hidden deep and far away, a great slumbering turbulence he could neither understand nor reach, a turbulence that was also a void, the business of unfinished things.

If not, they would drift forever, because the universe is mostly night and darkened ocean.

A Black Hole Is Everything A Star Longs To Be

The void is a spectral realm; not even nothing can be free of ghosts.

Before the beginning is the void and the void belongs in neither time nor space and is therefore beyond our imagination. Nothing will come of nothing unless it's the beginning of the world. This is how it begins, with the word and the word is life. The void is transformed by a gigantic firecracker allowing time to dawn and imagination to begin.

By the artificial separation of soul and body men have invented a Realism that is vulgar and an Idealism that is void.

We make ourselves fools to disport ourselves And spend our flatteries to drink those men Upon whose age we void it up again With poisonous spite and envy.