Quotes About Emptiness

nothing remained but loneliness and grief…

Laurie felt just then that his heart was entirely broken and the world a howling wilderness.

she discovered that her feet were cold, her head ached, and that her heart was colder than the former, fuller of pain than the latter.

the big vases, that could not hide the vacancies her pretty

I haven't got any mother, you know.

No le valoré como merecía cuando le tuve cerca y, ahora que todo el mundo se va y me siento tan sola ¡me gustaría tanto verle!

Thou givest me such hope and courage, and I have nothing to give back bit a full heart and these empty hands

Her mind was present because she was always gone. Her hands were filled because they grasped the meaning of empty. Life was simple. Her husband returned and she served him with indifferent patience this time. When he asked what had happened to her heat for him, she gestured to the west. The sun was setting. The sky was a body of fire.

There were no colors. Everything was neutral. From this I know that hell is not black or fiery. It is an unvaried gray without promise.

Nietzsche once said "that for which we find words is something already dead in our hearts." I didn't believe that, but to willfully defy the quote was to tempt fate—and if to find it true, to know nothing remained but emptiness.

Then her mind had wandered into a place she could not follow, taking with it all the people she knew, their names and connections, whether they still lived or whether they'd died. But her body lingered, shed of an inner being, empty as a cicada husk.

She's full of trivial sadness

Ya no quiero pensar más en vivir para mí misma, ya no tengo el deseo ni la facultad para ello, ya no me siento para nada viva ni joven, ya no sé qué es la alegría ni el placer.

El verdadero dolor es inefable, nos deja sordos y mudos, está más allá de toda descripción y todo consuelo. El verdadero dolor es una ballena demasiado grande para poder ser arponeada.

El silencio puede ser ensordecedor y la ausencia invasora.

Cuando vives a dos el mundo se adapta a ese ruido, a ese ritmo, a esos perfiles, y la súbita ausencia del otro desencadena un cataclismo en el paisaje.

Cuanto más te acercas a lo esencial, menos puedes nombrarlo. El tuétano de los libros está en las esquinas de las palabras. Lo más importante de las buenas novelas se agolpa en las elipsis, en el aire que circula entre los personajes, en las frases pequeñas.

la vida es atroz sin ti, es una angustia sin nombre, un desamparo sin fondo, una desolación sin límites.

Sentirte loco es sentir que de algún modo ya no perteneces a la especie humana.

Je parle de cette douleur qui est tellement grande qu'elle ne semble même pas naître à l'intérieur de vous, c'est plutôt comme si vous aviez été enseveli par une avalanche.

She supposed she missed him, but it was not easy to go on missing a person when life had been lived without him for so long, with the only contact his monthly letters, which were three weeks old when they arrived, and not very inspiring even then.

Tardó en darse cuenta. ¿Cómo iba a advertir el paso del tiempo si su transcurso no le había dejado nada?

She thought that perhaps what she longed to hear was that almost every life was arranged like this, around a void where love should have been and was not, and that her predicament was therefore an ordinary one.

My free hand reached for something to hold on to, and closed on liquid nothing.