Quotes About Emptiness

His whole future seemed suddenly to be unrolled before him; and passing down its endless emptiness he saw the dwindling figure of a man to whom nothing was ever to happen.

Silence may be as variously shaded as speech.

They say when you are missing someone that they are probably feeling the same, but I don't think it's possible for you to miss me as much as I'm missing you right now

We were so wholly one I had not thought That we could die apart. I had not thought That I could move,—and you be stiff and still! That I could speak,—and you perforce be dumb! I think our heart-strings were, like warp and woof In some firm fabric, woven in and out; Your golden filaments in fair design Across my duller fibre.

I know what my heart is like       Since your love died: It is like a hollow ledge Holding a little pool       Left there by the tide,       A little tepid pool, Drying inward from the edge. — Edna St. Vincent Millay, "Ebb," Collected Poems . (Harper Perennial Modern Classics; Second Addition edition March 8, 2011)

So is no warmth for me at any fire To-day, when the world's fire has burned so low; I kneel, spending my breath in vain desire, At that cold hearth which one time roared so strong, And straighten back in weariness, and long To gather up my little gods and go.

They say when you are missing someone that they are probably feeling the same, but I don't think it's possible for you to miss me as much as I'm missing you right now

Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. I miss you like hell.

Ebb I know what my heart is like Since your love died: It is like a hollow ledge Holding a little pool Left there by the tide, A little tepid pool, Drying inward from the edge.

There is no shelter in you anywhere.

The past was an empty space, a blurry movie in which they had played the parts, on their own, of other people they'd forgotten.

Somewhere in the depths of solitude, beyond wilderness and freedom, lay the trap of madness.

No one listened to the music, no one cared, drunk or sober; the noise was not meant for entertainment but for the sustaining of a certain psychological atmosphere, the pervasion of space, the dispersal of unseemly silences. So that a man without anything to say and unable to think could still imagine himself at the vortex of an activity, however meaningless.

Some things are missing from the world and they will never be replaced.

Form is emptiness, emptiness is form; emptiness is not separate from form, form is not separate from emptiness; whatever is form is emptiness, whatever is emptiness is form.

Form is emptiness and the very emptiness is form; emptiness does not differ from form, nor does form differ from emptiness; whatever is form, that is emptiness, whatever is emptiness, that is form.

I never knew until that moment how bad it could hurt to lose something you never really had.

I would thank you from the bottom of my heart, but for you my heart has no bottom.

Every man at his best state is altogether vanity.

How doth the city sit solitary, that was full of people! how is she become as a widow!

Should a wise man utter vain knowledge, and fill his belly with the east wind?

Whoso boasteth himself of a false gift is like clouds and wind without rain.

Los psiquiatras hablaban estirando el dedo como batutas, hablaban de los otros, hablaban en tono falsamente afectuoso de los otros, del sufrimiento de los otros, de la angustia de los otros, de la perplejidad de los otros, sin entender que estaban muertos, Joana, definitivamente muertos, disertando sobre los vivos con la envidia que anima los gestos fosforescentes y blandos de los difuntos, sus órbitas huecas, sus enormes bocas sin dientes.

Quais as asneiras?, pensou ele, intrigado, vasculhando o súbito, angustioso, enorme vazio da memória até onde o braço da lembrança conseguia.