Quotes About Hollow

Well, I was living it, but a shared dream half-lived is a hollow thing

It is not poverty so much as pretense that harasses a ruined man - the struggle between a proud mind and an empty purse - the keeping up of a hollow show that must soon come to an end.

Sometimes my body is a guitar, a hole waiting in wood, wires trembling to sleep. To identify what you are, to be loved by what you identify, I thought This is how the blood sings into the self. I thought what was hollow in me would be shaped into music. — Terrance Hayes, from "Arbor for Butch," The American Poetry Review . Volume 38, No. 06 November/December

I was tired of chasing ghosts, hollow men who were outside my comfort zone, men who had nothing to give me except a rush. It was all I asked for, and all I ever got.

They were hollow words. I think God heard this and knew. Promises should be sacred; I think I cursed myself by making one I did not intend to keep.

The web convulsed, splitting the dark patch into hundreds of peach-colored corpuscles that pulsed in different directions down the hollow strands. Digestion. The strands were both the spider and the web.

You are a shell of a man, all she has to do is knock against you to find out you are empty.

It's cliché, but you know sorry doesn't actually do anything, right? It's like a birthday card a month after the day has passed. It's just a, a, a… a token, a word that makes you feel like you did something but that doesn't do anything to fill the hole inside of me.

Como uma nuvem que atravessa o sol, o silêncio caiu sobre Londres, e caiu sobre o espírito. Todo esforço é findo. Pende o tempo, do mastro. Rígido, somente o esqueleto do hábito sustenta a forma humana. E onde não há nada, disse Peter Walsh a si mesmo; o sentimento escava-se, ôco, completamente ôco. Clarissa recusou-me, pensou. E ali ficou parado, a pensar: Clarissa recusou-me.

He's read nothing, thought nothing, felt nothing.

We live on the circumference of a hollow circle. We draw the circumference, like spiders, out of ourselves: it is all criticism of criticism.

But what that means, sadly is that he has no depth. He's never had to work for anything in his life.

But when society is the name for such hollow gentlemen and ladies...and when its breeding is professed indifference to everything that can advance or can retard mankind, I think we must have lost ourselves in that same Desert of Sahara, and had better find the way out.

varieties of sunken cheek, cadaverous

Lifeless with a heartbeat.

over the bowls of memory where every hollow holds a hallow

Of all the odors of a camp, the smell of bacon reaches farthest in the forest. It needs no wind. It drifts on its own wings. On a still night a fox will sniff it a mile away—twice that far if the air is moving in the right direction. It was this smell of bacon that came to Baree where he lay in his hollow on top of the beaver dam.

Windows are the eyes of the soulless

All things on earth point home in old October; sailors to sea, travellers to walls and fences, hunters to field and hollow and the long voice of the hounds, the lover to the love he has forsaken.

how to be poignant and moving and clever on the face of that, when all I felt was hollow.

The ACA purposely constrains choice as a top-down means of cost control. Obamacare isn't a consumer-driven, high-deductible scheme. It's hollow coverage.

A terrible hollow seemed to menace him somewhere, somehow, a void, and into this void his energy would collapse. Energyless, he felt at times he was dead, really dead.

Then there are the sort that are just dead inside. Dead. And they know it.

A mountain that's had its very heart removed.