Quotes About Abyss

There is a sort of consolation at the contemplation of the yawning abyss, at the bottom of which lie darkness and obscurity. Edmond

My love for Addie is terrifying, a perpetual state of vertigo, an ongoing condition of living on the edge of an abyss.

Undoubtedly, a thing forever blooming is the soul, no matter how barren the soil. And only through that frightening abyss of the unknown self does the mind root out the light upon which it nourishes.

Wortzman displayed Nietzsche's words to remind him of the need to cling to his own humanity as tightly as he could, despite the temptations to do otherwise. He turned toward them now, re-reading them as he had done on so many occasions. Battle not with monsters, Lest ye become a monster. And if you gaze into the abyss, The abyss gazes back into you.

All my life, as down an abyss without a bottom. I have been pouring van loads of information into that vacancy of oblivion I call my mind.

The mind creates the abyss, and the heart crosses it.

Why is life so tragic; so like a little strip of pavement over an abyss. I look down; I feel giddy; I wonder how I am ever to walk to the end.

His voice shifted into a sexual purr. "I love you. And I've waited a lifetime to be your lover. But you were too young, Lady." She raised her head, her body stiff with dignity. "I wasn't too young here, in the abyss." Slowly, he continued moving around the altar. "Your body had been violated. Your mind had shattered. But even if that hadn't been the case, you were still too young—even here in the abyss.

In the gray world above, I hear myself howling with laughter. Far below me, in the psychic abyss that is part of the Darkness, I hear another howling, one full of joy and pain, rage and celebration. Not just another witch is coming, my foolish Sisters, but Witch.

The Holy Bible is an abyss. It is impossible to explain how profound it is, impossible to explain how simple it is.

The immediate contingency overtook him, pulling him back from the edge of the theoretical abyss.

The human soul is an abyss

And I, I myself, am the centre that exists only because the geometry of the abyss demands it; I am the nothing around which all this spins, I exist so that it can spin, I am a centre that exists only because every circle has one. I, I myself, am the well in which the walls have fallen away to leave only viscous slime. I am the centre of everything surrounded by the great nothing.

Me detengo a orillas de mí y me asomo… Abismo… Y en ese abismo el Universo.

Deus ao mar o perigo e o abysmo deu, Mas nelle é que espelhou o céu.

Noi non ci realizziamo mai. Siamo due abissi - un pozzo che fissa il cielo.

Deus ao mar o perigo e o abismo deu, Mas nele é que espelhou o céu.

Caminhamos sobre abismos Ai de quem o sente. A noite, uma noite funda Cerca-nos, ai de quem conhece Como ela é funda, como é inescrutável. Pulsam-me as veias Alucinadamente e um terror novo Obtém-me, o terror de mim mesmo.

And amid all this confusion I, what's truly I, am the centre that exists only in the geometry of the abyss: I'm the nothing around which everything spins, existing only so that it can spin, being a centre only because every circle has one. I, what's truly I, am a well without walls but with the walls' viscosity, the centre of everything with nothing around it.

Appena uscito da un'infanzia vagamente triste e diversa, una volta, nel contemplare da un colle la linea maestosa dei monti che azzurrina, in profili, scompariva all'orizzonte, nel contemplare i campi, mi parve all'improvviso che tutto scomparisse, prendendo [...] e che un abisso invisibile, una cosa che non somigliava all'esistenza occupasse - non lo spazio, ma il modo in cui io pensavo il visibile.

I write my literature as I write my ledger entries-carefully and indifferently. Next to the vast starry sky and the enigma of so many souls, the night of the unknown abyss and the chaos of nothing make sense-next to all this, what I write in the ledger and what I write on this paper that tells my soul are equally confined to the Rua dos Douradores, woefully little in the face of the universe's millionaire expanses.

The absence of meaning is not a call to despair or an invitation to leap joyfully into the abyss. Instead, the world's stubborn silence leads us to acknowledge our common predicament and spurs us to rebel against it.

Absurdity is not an autonomous state; it does not exist in the world, but is instead exhaled from the abyss that divides us from a mute world.

My gift to you will be an abyss, she said, but it will be so subtle you'll perceive it only after many years have passed and you are far from Mexico and me. You'll find it when you need it most, and that won't be the happy ending, but it will be an instant of emptiness and joy. And maybe then you'll remember me, if only just a little.