Quotes About Hollowness

Her blank eyes burrowed through the fetid air between herself and her visitor. They were without content; hollow pools of meaninglessness. They were not eyes, but voids sunk between two jutting pent-houses of bone and two bloodless hummocks of cheek. They suspended two raw rods of grief before their own immobility, like frozen fountains in a bright wintry air; and on these rods the fluttering rags of a futile grief were hung.

In the eyes of all of them was the hollow stare of fear, and there was hollowness in their merriment, too.

Wall Street paid the most for what I could do, which was nothing.

Whether it be Beyonce or Justin Bieber, we see singers who have absolutely nothing to offer anyone as they walk off stage clutching three Grammys in each hand.

I mean to say that there was, in fact, something unhealthy in the life of well-to-do people. No end of superfluity. Superfluous furniture and superfluous rooms in the houses, superfluous refinement of feelings, superfluous expressions.

Revenge was a bitter medicine. It didn't cure suffering. It didn't provide closure. It only hollowed you out further.

Lisa's eyes, once so magnetic, now just look empty.

He doesn't understand that when you crack something open and everything spills out, you've got nothing left but a shell.

Sometimes I feel like I'm not solid. I'm hollow. There's nothing behind my eyes. I'm a negative of a person. All I want is blackness, blackness and silence.

Empty, I echo to the least footfall

The faces were empty as plates, and nobody seemed to be breathing.

I'm very interested in everything. The words fell with a hollow flatness on to Jay Cee's desk, like so many wooden nickels.

We are the hollow men We are the stuffed men

just a state of nothingness.

What we're in is a vacuum.

A great many people give me the impression of never having for a moment felt anything.

Insanity is a very lonely and empty existence - it's painfully true. They may laugh and smile, and skip and dance, but behind all the faces there is hollowness like a bottomless pit. The living dead, depression is a terrible illness, so is psychosis, the mentally inflicted beyond cure.

When the color goes out of your soul, you are left with an empty heart.

And though I can hide my cold gaze, and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable... I simply am not there.

Nothing-to-see is what most of the universe consists of.

The creature that was me had crept away and left nothing more than the shell of a woman curled up on the bunk.

Unlawful pleasure, trenching on another's rights, is delusive and envenomed pleasure--its hollowness disappoints at the time, its poison cruelly tortures afterwards, its effects deprave forever.

Block City had nothing to give back.

That was the end of the integrity of their love. The succeeding days were a shambles of falseness and hypocrisy, mingled with her tears and moments of animal passion to which she abandoned herself with a greed made indecent by the hollowness of their days.