Quotes About Emptiness

The spirit gone, man is garbage.

There was a full moon in the starless sky. I thought how rarely I had noticed such things. Some deep failure of the soul perhaps. An inherited emptiness. A nothingness passed from generation to generation. A flaw in the psyche, discovered only by those who suffer by it.

They were like two inviolable spheres touching at a fine point in their curves, touching but failing to penetrate, failing to breathe the other's air.

I let him run on, this papier-maché Mephistopheles, and it seemed to me that if I tried I could poke my forefinger through him, and would find nothing inside but a little loose dirt, maybe.

Anya: I don't understand how this all happens. How we go through this. I mean, I knew her, and then she's- There's just a body, and I don't understand why she just can't get back in it and not be dead anymore. It's stupid. It's mortal and stupid. And-and Xander's crying and not talking, and-and I was having fruit punch, and I thought, well, Joyce will never have any more fruit punch ever, and she'll never have eggs, or yawn or brush her hair, not ever, and no one will explain to me why.

Some things on this earth are unspeakable: Genealogy of the broken— A shy wind threading leaves after a massacre, Or the smell of coffee and no one there—

Which is why we say I can't live without you meaning your life gives life to me, who am otherwise an empty vessel, nameless.

The person you love best, you share the world with. When that person's gone the world remains but it isn't the same thing, it's at a distance.

The challenge is, to live in a house from which meaning has departed, like air leaking from a balloon. A slow leak, yet lethal. And one day, the balloon is flat: it is not a balloon any longer. By

I have no inner life. I have no 'intimate' life. I am just what I-what to do. I move from one habitation to another like one of those-is it herit crabs? Taking up residence in others shells. (…) Others' shells are fine. You come, and then you go. They're gone

Great handfuls of her life were being stolen from her and she would never be able to retrieve them.

For the widow inhabits a tale not of her own telling.

She was there beside him, an incalculable distance away.

Eventually I gave up making cards. There was such childish hope in these cards, I began to feel pitiful even to myself like a dog whose tail is thump-thump-thumping long after everyone has abandoned him.

inside me like a hole that can never be filled and there was Mira Roche

Nothing is more lonely than fucking 'good works.

her face was like a party that everyone had left.

Her iç çekiÅŸ insan?n yitirdiÄŸi bir yudum yaÅŸamd?r.

No tenía ganas de nada. Sólo de vivir.

No, no era posible calcular la hondura del silencio que produjo aquel grito. Como si la tierra se hubiera vaciado de su aire. Ningún sonido; ni el del resuello, ni el del latir del corazón; como si se detuviera el mismo ruido de la conciencia.

After he died, people would always say to me, At least you have Wyn. She touches my arm. But I didn't. There wasn't much left of you. And what there was, you weren't willing to share with me.

Now they are empty, Ramon replied with a shrug of broad, muscled shoulders on his six-foot-three-inch frame....For the first time, a glint of humor touched Ramon Galverra's finely sculpted mouth and arrogant dark eyes.

Without you, I am an empty place where spiders crawl and nothing takes root.

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