Quotes About Emptiness

somos búzios que nenhum eco habita

For to love persons is to have died to the need for persons and to be utterly alone.

attempt to understand the true nature of worldly feelings, namely, the feelings of self-promotion, self-glorification. They are not natural, they were invented by your society and your culture to make you productive and to make you controllable. These feelings do not produce the nourishment and happiness that is produced when one contemplates Nature or enjoys the company of one's friends or one's work. They were meant to produce thrills, excitement—and emptiness.

To come to the land of love, you must pass through the pains of death, for to love persons means to die to the need for persons and to be utterly alone.

Now the tragedy of an attachment is that if its object is not attained it causes unhappiness. But if it is attained, it does not cause happiness—it merely causes a flash of pleasure followed by weariness; and it is always accompanied, of course, by the anxiety that you may lose the object of your attachment.

Once you've done that, consider the true nature of worldly feelings, namely, the feelings of self-promotion and self-glorification. They are not natural; they were invented by your society and your culture to make you productive and controllable. Those feelings don't produce the nourishment and happiness that comes about from contemplating nature, enjoying the company of friends, or loving your work. They were meant to produce thrills, excitement—and emptiness.

Take a look at the people around you. Is there a single person among them who hasn't become addicted to those worldly feelings? Is there a single person who is not controlled by them, hungering for them, spending every minute of their waking life consciously or unconsciously seeking them? When you see this, you will understand how people attempt to gain the world and, in the process, lose their soul. For they live empty, soulless lives.

la gente trata de ganar el mundo y cómo, al hacerlo, pierde su vida. Y es que viven unas vidas vacías, monótonas, sin alma...

She has no memories of her mother but imagines her as white, a soundless brilliance.

In the days following, he can hardly manage to comb his hair or convince his fingers to button his coat. His mind plays tricks, too: he walks into a room and forgets why he's there. He stares at a superior and forgets what the man just said.

They're in an empty lot. The sky is jewel blue and cloudless. Huge white stones lie among weeds like the lost molars of giants.

Beyond the broken window hangs a windless night. Ashes swirling in starlight.

His longing is such that Rex's absence becomes something like a presence, a scalpel left behind in his gut.

she'd left, feeling the emptiness of the big theater

After years of watching the comic face of nihilism, your children will come to respect nothing, love nothing, believe in nothing, and long for nothing.

When he thought about her, he no longer wanted to live.

After he died, I felt a terrible emptiness and it was only natural that I should have directed my feelings at Richard. It didn't matter how kind he was to me. I thought he was buying his way out of jail, if you know what I mean. The more he gave me, the angrier I got.

even though I tried to. The trouble is, it's not really a city at all. You have to get in the car to go anywhere but actually there isn't anywhere to go. I mean, it's shops and it's restaurants and it's the beach but somehow it all just feels a bit pointless. It was always too hot, particularly when I was pregnant.

My mum was a fixed point in my universe who was never going to grow old or die; she was always going to be there. And when she got sick, I was on the road all the time, I wasn't at home much, there was a lot of pressure. It was an awful time, and when she died, it was like your world falls apart.

You are forever alone.

A constant human error: to believe in an end to one's fantasies. Our daydreams are the measure of our unreachable truth. The secret of all things lies in the emptiness of the formula that guard them.

It wasn't as if we were waiting for a train, it wasn't as if we were waiting for a meal - it was just that there were was nothing to wait for. Nothing.

I felt total bad about it, and empty. Granpa said he knew how I felt, for he was feeling the same way. But Granpa said everything you lost which you had loved give you that feeling. He said the only way round it was not to love anything, which was worse because you would feel empty all the time.

We know well only what we are deprived of.