Quotes About Emptiness

To be broken means to have no rights before God and man. It does not mean merely surrendering my rights to Him but rather recognising that I haven't any, except to deserve hell. It means just being nothing and having nothing that I call my own, neither time, money, possessions nor position.

Nada é tão intolerável para um homem quanto viver sem paixões, somos dominados por uma terrível solidão, sentimo-nos desamparados e vazios.

uns fogem do amor e outros procuram com sofreguidão, mas no fim o que fica, em todos, é a mesma coisa, uma insuportável sensação de vazio.

I asked Go to answer my questions, but the only sound was always the whistling of the wind filling the empty space.

Do not weep; for, look you, all Desire is Illusion and a new binding upon the. wheel.

My nation, as all nations, is becoming a land without peace, without thought, without mind, Madam Abbess. We are suffocating our spirits in commercial and material things. This is not envy, said Mr. Konishi earnestly. I am a rich man, with much business, so I have succeeded in all these things, but I know that they are empty.

All of this comes out of what is now an empty space. There are depths to this. It's a lot to think about. From an empty space the future. If there's no empty space where can one put the future? It all figures if you take the time to think it out.

You can feel life completely by taking it away

Poetry is a problem of form and emptiness. Ze moment I put one word onto an empty page, I hef created a problem for myself. Ze poem that emerges is form, trying to find a solution to my problem." He sighed. "In ze end, of course, there are no solutions. Only more problems, but this is a good thing. Without problems, there would be no poems.

The cat still seemed to be somewhat there with him, but only as an absence, a cat-shaped hole.

Let me tell you something about poetry, young schoolboy. Poetry is a problem of form and emptiness. Ze moment I put one word onto an empty page, I hef created a problem for myself. Ze poem that emerges is form, trying to find a solution to my problem.

Let me tell you something about poetry, young schoolboy. Poetry is a problem of form and emptiness. Ze moment I put one word onto an empty page, I hef created a problem for myself. Ze poem that emerges is form, trying to find a solution to my problem." He sighed. "In ze end, of course, there are no solutions. Only more problems, but this is a good thing. Without problems, there would be no poems.

Catching it destroys it, and I felt like I was disappearing, too. Stuff like this can drive you crazy.

In this Unbound state that night you encountered all that was and ever could be: form and emptiness, and the absence of form and emptiness. You felt what it was to open completely, to merge with matter and let everything in.

Missing things upset her. Missing price tags. Missing memories. Missing parts of her life.

Greed and envy took from a man's heart everything but—well, greed and envy.

But what I did sense was an emptiness like a black hole inside of him, and there was no predicting what might emerge from a place like that.

Malevolence is born of negative feelings like lonliness and sadness and anger. It comes from an emptiness inside you that feels as if it's been carved out with a knife; an emptiness you're left with when something very important has been taken away from you.

Even when you're talking to them face to face you have this feeling of not connecting, as if the words just pass through them. Sometimes they remind me of the Invisible Man, but I've never quite understood why they end up that way.

Sólo cuando de verdad veías las palabras desaparecer, te dabas cuenta de lo secas y muertas que estaban, como hojas marchitas o dinero viejo y desechado.

Need on ainukesed hetked, kui ma olen tundnud tõeist üksindust: seistes ihuüksi silmitsi karistamatu vägivallaga. Maailm tühjeneb, vaikib, sureb välja ning kaob.

Nairobi: la ciudad, vacía, no se había despertado aún de su perezoso sueño de domingo

Más tarde, cuando se hubieron marchado todos los panaderos, fontaneros, electricistas, carteros y porteros, la ciudad de piedra perdió su razón de ser, el sentido de su existencia. No era más que un esqueleto desnudo pulido por el viento, un hueso roído que sobresalía de la tierra en dirección al sol

I have just now come from a party where I was its life and soul; witticisms streamed from my lips, everyone laughed and admired me, but I went away — yes, the dash should be as long as the radius of the earth's orbit ——————————— and wanted to shoot myself.