Quotes About Hollow

Grief loves the hollow; all it wants is to hear its own echo.

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Revolution has become a sort of violent and hollow routine.

I just feel so . . ." She shook her head. "Depleted. Like Arnold and the kids just take and take and take and there's nothing left where I used to be.

She laughed again. It sounded like a string of empty metal cans clattering in the wind.

You could hollow out a big pumpkin and wear it on your head for the entire week of your birthday. This will allow you to get in touch with your Halloween emotions.

How can I possess with my body, when I don't even possess my body? How can I possess with my soul, when I don't possess my soul? How can I understand with my mind, when I don't understand my mind? There is no body or truth we possess, nor even any illusion. We are phantoms made of lies, shadows of illusions, and our life is hollow on both the outside and the inside.

The West's post-Holocaust pledge that genocide would never again be tolerated proved to be hollow

even when it felt like a hollow performance.

How sad it must be for you to be nothing more than a hollow statue, to have your tomb preserved and your story forgotten.

Sex without love is as hollow and ridiculous as love without sex.

I don't mind suffering as long as it's really about something. I don't mind great luck, if it's about something. If it's the hollow stuff, then there's no gift, one way or the other.

You, Madeline said, her voice hollow and wheezing, are like a bad case of herpes, wizard. You're inconvenient, embarassing, no real threat, and you simply will not go away.

You," Madeline said, her voice hollow and wheezing, "are a bad case of herpes, wizard. You're inconvenient, embarrassing, no real threat, and you simply will not go away.

Blood of the Dragon, that old Serpent," Michael said, quietly. "You and yours have no power here. Your threats are hollow, your words are empty of truth, just as your heart is empty of love, your body of life. Cease this now, before you tempt the wrath of the Almighty." He glanced aside at me and added, probably for my benefit, "Or before my friend Harry turns you into a greasy spot on the floor.

Confidence without skill is just emptiness.

Along the Paris streets, the death-carts rumble, hollow and harsh. Six tumbrils carry the day's wine to La Guillotine.

Every smile was just mechanics. Every laugh was manufactured. Every public sign of affection was just that: for the public.

From a distance, a clone's luminous eyes are meant to draw in humans and make them feel safe. Up close, the eyes appear hollow. Because of that, humans tend not to look into our eyes too closely, which I've been told is socially preferable, as eyes without souls behind them can be frightening.

Everything barbarians do is nothing, no matter how loudly they insist it's something.

we've become hollow men, stuffed men, heads filled with straw, no convictions or higher purpose…and for hollow men, the world will end not with a bang but a whimper.

Any town can die without actually drying up and blowing away. It can be as dead as a ghost town even with people still living in it." Gazing

I had come with such pain and labour to a place where emptiness had arrived before me. I was too late, something black and hollow had overtaken me and wriggled through the door.

No!" shouted the prisoner, his voice rising above the others, anger lost in terror. "No, please! I told you all I—" There was a small sound, a hollow noise like a melon being kicked in, and the voice stopped. "Thrifty, our captain," Big Georges said, under his breath. "Why waste a bullet?" He took his hand off Ian's shoulder, shook his head, and knelt down to wash his hands. —