Quotes About Hollowness

La ricchezza addobba spazi che poi lascia vuoti

So many self-help ideas are like meringue - you take a big bite, and there's nothing there.

Besides, nothing was worth the trouble of seeking it; everything was a lie. Every smile hid a yawn of boredom, every joy a curse, all pleasure satiety, and the sweetest kisses left upon your lips only the unattainable desire for a greater delight.

The colour, which resembled some of the bands in the meteor's strange spectrum, was almost impossible to describe; and it was only by analogy that they called it colour at all. Its texture was glossy, and upon tapping it appeared to promise both brittleness and hollowness.

Buddy Ray just smiled at me. If the cracked teeth or blood was bothering him, he didn't show it. The smile had nothing behind it. No mirth, no joy, no soul. It was the scariest smile I had ever seen. "The

There are men everywhere who talk and talk, saying nothing. I am afraid I am becoming one of that kind.

Realisation' means it is an experience. Outside forces cannot make me feel successful. I have to feel it within myself. It is internal not external. That is why what often appears success externally may be total hollowness internally.

Moralists love to discourse on the hollowness of success; about the hollowness of failure they are silent.

a deep smothering emptiness

with adoption, your most sacred creation disappears without you. You can't hold him in your arms, you can't claw at the boundary between you. It's . . . a hollowness. Like I'm missing a piece of myself.

Loss. Thats what it was, a hole I could never fill. It would be bottomless.

The silliest questions are those seeking to be "deep" and/or "intelligent" and that, in fact, are absolutely hollow and stupid. For example: "What do you think is the situation of the Latin American intellectual?" What can I say in response to such generalities? My answer: "I do not know, nor do I care to know.

Por eso yo digo aquí tantas palabrotas, porque están devaluadas, porque ya nada vale nada, hay demasiada gente, todo perdió su efecto , la palabra se ha vaciado de sentido y explota como una pompa de jabón

Don't trust anybody over a hundred and fifty years old, particularly if they look thirty. Anybody who gets that old in Caverna loses something, and they don't get it back. They can't feel properly any more. They're hollow inside, and all they got left is a hunger – a hunger to feel. They're like . . . great big trap-lanterns, all blind gaping need, and thousands of teeth, with decades to come up with tricks and schemes.

He felt worse than naked in front of them, as if something had torn out his middke and left him a ridiculous doughnut boy that everyone could look right through.

Something inside me had dropped away, and nothing came in to fill the cavern.

Living like an empty shell is not really living, no matter how many years it may go on. The heart and flesh of an empty shell give birth to nothing more than the life of an empty shell.

Gays, lesbians, straights, feminists, fascist pigs, communists, Hare Krishnas - none of them bother me. I don't care what banner they raise. But what I can't stand are hollow people. When I'm with them I just can't bare it, and wind up saying things I shouldn't.

You know something? she said. What? I'm completely empty. Yeah? Yeah.

There's nothing at all in here, she said much later, her voice hoarse. I'm cleaned out. Empty.

The girl was rotten inside. Peel off a layer of that beautiful skin, and you'd find nothing but rotten flesh.

I felt dry as if someone had skinned me. I was not the bones and meat, but the cast-aside skin. The heat had hollowed me.

What good is safety if you're dead inside?

Her head and heart had been empty for so long, the world drained of meaning. Her favorite dishes tasted like ash, paintings that had once taken her breath away, were hollow scrolls. Music that had once lifted her soul, jangled like a distant cacophony