Quotes About Emptiness

I believe we shall come to care about people less and less, Helen. The more people one knows, the easier it becomes to replace them. It's one of the curses of London. I quite expect to end my life caring most for a place.

Loneliness is a strange gift.

I can't even say sorry," she tells me. "There is not even a Scrabble word for how bad I feel.

Do you still miss Gran?" I ask him as we head toward New Clairmont. "Because I miss her. We never talk about her." "A part of me died," he says. "And it was the best part.

I never got an explanation. I just know he left me.

Do you still miss Gran?" I ask him as we head toward New Clairmont. "Because I miss her. We never talk about her." "A part of me died," he says. "And it was the best part." "You think so?" I ask "That is all there is to say about it," says Granddad.

I was pure liquid loss, then, for an hour or two.

Why do you hate yourself?" And before I know it, Gat is lying on the bed next to me. His cold fingers wrap around my hot ones, and his face is close to mine. He kisses me. "Because I want things I can't have," he whispers.

because human existence is ultimately meaningless.

Mr. Bebee had lost every one, and had consumed in solitude the tea-basket which he had brought up as a pleasant surprise.

The universe transformed into a Sunday afternoon . . . it is the very definition of ennui, and the end of the universe.

For the dead, who seem to take away so much, really take with them nothing that is ours.

But he saw only dying light and a dead land. He uttered no prayer, believed in no deity, and knew that the past was devoid of meaning like the present, and a refuge for cowards.

The wonderful things are over

Helen forgot people. They were husks that had enclosed her emotion.

She was descending quicker than most women into the colourless years, and the look in her eyes confessed it.

A luz que eu possuía apagou-se há seis semanas. Não quero ser bom, nem amável, nem corajoso. Se continuar a viver, serei… não essas coisas, mas o oposto delas. E também não é isso que quero; não quero nada.

All of it was there but nothing had substance. It was as if they were all shadows, as if her leaving had taken the life out of the living things and left them shadows. he himself was a shadow.he felt no weight in his step, ,no sound to his voice, no solidity to his gestures. he forgot time. he felt the ache of a pain whose depth he could not fathom no whose end anticipate

Bugün kimse sana dokunmasa mesela. Öyle dursan. Kimse "Neyin var?" diye sormasa. Çünkü insan?n hiçbir ?eyinin olmad??? günler de olur. Hiçbir ?ey günleri...

Feeling nothing was now a badge of honour.

a page is not a four sided white void in which to practice zeroness.

There's a particular type of alone you feel when in a room with someone who's no longer alive, she's discovering now, and it is the worst kind.

He wasn't going to be alone after she died, but the world was going to be a lonelier place without her.

He was there beside her; yet she was far away from him, alone with her outraged love and her ruined life.