Quotes About Hollowness

My personal life is fairly barren.

I was as hollow and empty as the spaces between stars.

I was as empty of life as a scarecrow's pockets.

California, the department-store state. The most of everything and the best of nothing.

I was as hollow and empty as the spaces between the stars.

California, the department-store state. The most of everything and the best of nothing. Here we go again.

I was as empty of life as a scarecrow's pockets.

I was as empty of life as a scarecrow's pockets. I

His eyes were as blank and bright as doorknobs.

And everything you do, or might achieve thereafter, is thinner, weaker, matters less. There is no echo coming back; no texture, no resonance, no depth of field.

It is - last stage of all When we are frozen up within, and quite The phantom of ourselves To hear the world applaud the hollow ghost Which blamed the living man

Some men, like modern shops, hang everything in their show windows; when one goes inside, nothing is to be found.

Once, he'd used it in song, but the songs in his heart had gone silent long ago, and he knew that one day so would his voice. A man with nothing inside him eventually had nothing to say.

Advertising design, in persuading people to buy things they don't need, with money they don't have, in order to impress others who don't care, is probably the phoniest field in existence today.

This bank-note world.

in these shitty plastic days ...

Some people are born empty. All manner of good deeds and patience and loving kindness can't even begin to fill them up.

My comfortable existence is reduced to a shallow meaningless party.

I saw bundles of dead raggedy reeds hanging down from the broken ceilings that had depicted heaven. I looked deep into the house's diseased and dying maw. It was like it had been putting on an act the whole time and was only now showing itself as it, in reality, had always been: a hollow, drafty cavern, rancid and rotting at its core.

I hate journalists. There is nothing in them but tittering jeering emptiness. They have all made what Dante calls the Great Refusal. The shallowest people on the ridge of the earth.

nothing in them but tittering jeering emptiness.

An emptiness opened inside me that could have swallowed the whole universe.

He shared Erica's contempt for all those who tried to fill their holes in such places, all those who felt the key to life was getting enough money to frequent better and more exclusive versions of the very same crapholes. They had sentenced themselves to the chain gang, toiling under the reflective glasses of banker guards as they worked the road in an endless bulimic slog of earning and spending, acquiring, devouring, vomiting up the excess just so they could devour more.

All is vanity, nothing is fair.