Quotes About Emptiness

Nothing, nothing, the whole long day, nothing.

A true Zen saying: Nothing is what I want.

Forget everything. Open the windows. Clear the room. The wind blows through it. You see only its emptiness, you search in every corner and don't find yourself.

2 November. This morning, for the first time in a long time, the joy again of imagining a knife twisted in my heart.

I can't feel a thing; All mournful petal storms are dancing inside the very private spring of my head.

My condition is not unhappiness, but it is also not happiness, not indifference, not weakness, not fatigue, not another interest – so what is it then?

Since I met you, I've felt abandoned without your nearness; your nearness is all I ever dream of, the only thing.

The fact that no one knows where I am is my only happiness. If only I could prolong this forever! It would be far more just than death. I am empty and futile in every corner of my being, even in my unhappiness.

Conversations bore me, to visit people bores me, the sorrows and joys of my relatives bore me to my soul.

I'll shut myself off from everyone to the point of insensibility. Make an enemy of everyone, speak to no one.

There are times when I am convinced I am unfit for any human relationship.

Peaceful moon. I consist only of bones.

He] used to be so insignificant that one literally felt alone in his presence.

Today one may pluck out one's very heart and not find it.

This afternoon I couldn't get out of bed, not because I was too tired but because I was too heavy - again and again that word, it's the only one that fits me, do you understand this at all? It's something like the "heaviness" of a ship which has lost its rudder and which says to the waves: I'm too heavy for myself and for you too light.

Everything appears to me to be an artificial construction of the mind. Every mark by someone else, every chance look throws everything in me over on the other side, even what has been forgotten, even what is entirely insignificant. I am more uncertain than I ever was; I feel only the power of life. And I am senselessly empty.

16 February. Can't see my way clear. As though everything I possessed had escaped me, and as though it would hardly satisfy me if it all returned.

now I'm even losing my name - it was getting shorter and shorter all the time and is now: Yours

10 februarie. Insomnie; nici cea mai mic? leg?tur? cu oamenii, decât leg?turile create de ei, ÅŸi care pentru moment m? conving, ca de altfel tot ceea ce fac ei.

O tu sei mia e tutto va bene, o invece ti perdo e allora... non c'è niente, ...niente di niente.

He feels more deserted with a second person than when alone. If he is together with someone, this second person reaches out for him and he is helplessly delivered into his hand. If he is alone, all mankind reaches out for him – but the innumerable outstretched arms become entangled with one another and no one reaches to him.

Since I met you, I've felt abandoned without your nearness; your nearness is all I ever dream of, the only thing.

23 februarie. M? bucur? ÅŸi m? întristeaz? pentru c? eu nu am nimic.

Frío y vacío. Siento demasiado los límites de mi capacidad, que, cuando no estoy plenamente concentrado, se estrechan» (30 de agosto de 1914).