Quotes About Hollowness

Trump has words, but there's not really any depth there.

Is there not a terrible hollowness, mockery, want, craving, in that existence which is given away to others, for want of something of your own to bestow it on?

Some people just chase the glittery stuff and they have no substance to their life whatsoever. Actually all they really want is power. But they pretend they're interested in enlightenment.

We will ourselves empty to numb us to our cruelty. We stiffen our faces and say we have needs. But to be empty is to have no purchase, nothing to grasp on to, and so in the emptiness we slide and we slide.

Wanting her physically was easy. It was the emotional part that gave him the shakes. He no longer found comfort in the false intimacy of casual one-night stands. They left him feeling hollow. You could talk yourself into just about anything, but emotionally you were never fooled. Mornings after were haunted by an emotional hangover for which there was no quick hair-of-the-dog chaser.

I have found that hollow, which even I had relied on for solid.

Eyes as dark as her heart and as empty as her soul

I have poured my heart out ….And now I am empty.

When words lose the value... nothing is left!

It wasn't that she stopped being nice; she stopped being anything

It was like she was so empty there wasn't even a feeling or thought in her.

There was a hollow in her chest, but at the bottom of this emptiness a heavy weight pressed down and bruised her stomach, so that she felt sick.

Fancy feathers make peacocks, but you pluck them and see what's left.

Big Hat No Cattle

the look in her eyes told Hedström that she would never really be alive again. He'd seen it happen a few times in the course of his career. People who looked as if they were alive, who were breathing and moving about, and yet they were completely empty inside.

His eyes were empty. There was no sadness, no anger, just the watchful emptiness of a predator.

The echo of a platitude.

The art of making much show with little substance.

A ceremony of self-wastage - good talkers are miserable, they know that they have betrayed themselves, that they have taken material which should have a life of its own, to disperse it in noises upon the air.

There is nothing more melancholy than empty festive places.

I merely feel emptyness. A hollow of dead brush where flowers use to bloom.

You'll find that empty vessels make the most sound.

fluency without content

He's become like that briefcase in the ground-full of gems yet void of light, so nothing sparkles, nothing shines.