Quotes About Emptiness

Going to take a room at the Commodore, get into a hot bath and open a vein.

Tok? gilinim?si ? save be jokios paguodos, nepatenkint? saviraiškos troškim? ir jausm?, kad laikas nepaliaujamai, tuš?iai lekia pro šal?, palengvina tik ?sitikinimas, kad n?ra ko prarasti, nes visos pastangos ir laim?jimai taip pat bever?iai.

Tundsin end suurepäraselt. Olin tühjendanud kaks päratut vahuveinipokaali ja kõik, mis ma enda ümber nägin, omandas suure ning sügava tähenduse.

Third of the four "Greats of haiku. His father was a peasant farmer and packhorse hostler, in what we today call the Japan Alps. "Issa" literally means "one tea," indicating that life is as empty as froth on a cup of tea.

kono aki wa / hiza ni ko no nai / tsukimi kana6 This autumn I'll be looking at the moon With no child on my knee.

Friends: not one. Just a few acquaintances who imagine they feel something for me and who might be sorry if a train ran over me and the funeral was on a rainy day.

I'm losing my taste for everything, including even my taste for finding everything tasteless.

At first I felt dizzy - not with the kind of dizziness that makes the body reel but the kind that's like a dead emptiness in the brain, an instinctive awareness of the void.

Today I suddenly experienced an absurd but quite valid sensation. I realized, in an intimate lightning flash, that I am no one. No one, absolutely no one.

Everything, except boredom, bores me. I'd like, without being calm, to calm down, To take life every day Like a medicine— One of those medicines everybody takes. I aspired to so much, dreamed so much, That so much so much made me into nothing. My hands grew cold From just waiting for the enchantment Of the love that would warm them up at last. Cold, empty Hands.

The chill of what I won't feel gnaws at my present heart.

It's not demons (who at least have a human face) but Hell itself that seems to be laughing inside me, it's the croaking madness of the dead universe, the spinning cadaver of physical space, the end of all worlds blowing blackly in the wind, formless and timeless, without a God who created it, without even its own self, impossibly whirling in the absolute darkness as the one and only reality, everything.

Let's adopt all the poses and gestures of something we aren't and don't wish to be, and don't even wish to be taken for being. Let's buy books so as not to read them; let's go to concerts without caring to hear the music or see who's there; let's take long walks because we're sick of walking; and let's spend whole days in the country, just because it bores us. [23](Zenith trans.)

There are moments, such as the one that oppresses me now, when I feel my own self far more than I feel external things, and everything transforms into a night of rain and mud where, lost in the solitude of an out-of-the-way station, I wait interminably for the next third-class train.

Não aspiro a nada. Dói-me a vida. Estou mal onde estou e já mal onde penso em poder estar.

In these random impressions, and with no desire to be other than random, I indifferently narrate my fact-less autobiography, my lifeless history. These are my Confessions, and if in them I say nothing, it's because I have nothing to say.

Cansado do universo e sociedade, Da abstracção que não finda o que é fundo Do meu fatal pôr-olhos sobre o mundo, Pobre de amor e rico de ansiedade, Já nada me seduz nem me persuade.

Everything belongs to someone else, except the pain of not having it.

what I am aches in me.

His voice was hesitant and colourless, as in those who hope for nothing because it's perfectly useless to hope.

I don't remember my mother. She died when I was one year old. My distracted and callous sensibility comes from the lack of that warmth and from my useless longing after kisses I don't remember.

I'll disappear in the fog as a foreigner to all life, as a human island detached from the dream of the sea

De meu, só sinto uma incapacidade enorme, um vácuo imenso, uma incompetência ante tudo o que é vida. (...) Nunca aprendi a existir.

It's like being intoxicated with inertia, drunk but with no enjoyment in the drinking or in the drunkenness.