Quotes About Emptiness

It was amazing, really, the effort that went into the absence of things.

You don't have to love somebody to miss them. You get used to having them around, like a cat or a bird.

Now? Why now? Why am I missing her now, Frankie? Why not then? When she was there? Why am I afraid that I'm gonna' lose her when she's already gone. And this fear--this fear swarms through me--floods my whole body 'til there's nothing left. Nothing left of me. And then it turns--it turns to a fear for my whole life. Like my whole life is lost from losing her. Gone. That I'll die like this. Lost. Just lost.

and he was surprised at himself because he didn't feel anything anymore. All he wanted to do was sleep. And for the first time, he wished he were far away. Lost in a deep, vast country where nobody knew him. Somewhere without language or streets. He dreamed about this place without knowing its name. — Travis

I an not happy. I am not unhappy. I am frozen somewhere in the middle that is so much worse. I am NOWHERE. Nothing is happening and I am getting more and more sad.

our triumphant age of plenty is riddled with darker feelings of doubt, cynicism, distrust, boredom and a strange kind of emptiness

ABYSM  (ABY'SM)   n.s.[abysme, old Fr. now written contractedly abîme.]A gulf; the same with abyss. My good stars, that were my former guides,Have empty left their orbs, and shot their firesInto the abysm of hell.Shakespeare'sAntony and Cleopatra.

When I survey my past life, I discover nothing but a barren waste of time, with disorders of the mind very near to madness.

That sense of the world being the lack of something dogged him for years, and when it stopped dogging him, he felt unmoored.

Ningún sonido. Sintió en los oídos un pitido, la ilusión acústica que se produce cuando nada suena a nuestro alrededor. La pampa transmitía la música de la muerte.

Lo peor no es la muerte. Es la tristeza de los que quedamos vivos. Es el vacío.

But it wasn't long before the old familiar discontent started creeping up on me. I suppose it was always there, somewhere in the background. All I've done, my whole life, is keep it temporarily at bay.

The longer I do this job, the less I like people. The species, of course," he adds grimly. "There are individuals I like just fine.

I tried his cell over and over but he never answered. Then I'd call just to hear his voice on the outgoing message, until eventually that was gone too.

Right now it's like we're three islands, and nothing but oceans between us.

There's just something obvious about emptiness, even when you try to convince yourself otherwise.

My mother has always been the point I calibrated myself against. In knowing where she was, I could always locate myself, as well. These months she'd been gone, I felt like I'd been floating, loose and boundaryless, but now that I knew where she was, I kept waiting for a kind of certainty to kick in. It didn't. Instead, I was more unsure than ever, stuck between this new life and the one I'd left behind.

She was just a shell of her former self, functioning and talking but hardly alive.

I missed him, she said finally. I put my hand over hers and sat down, pulling my chair closer. I know, I said softly. You came back from Florida feeling really good, and then you find out he's such a rat bastard that he— No, she said distractedly, interrupting me. I missed him. All those Ensures, and not a one made contact. I have terrible aim. And then she sighed. Even just one would have made it better. Somehow.

The dead aren't the only ones who vanish: you, too, can disappear in plain sight if enough is taken from you. I was still missing, in many ways. And I wasn't sure I wanted to be found.

All we had was her room, her stories, and the quiet that settled in as we tried in vain to spread ourselves out and fill the space she'd left behind.

None of it meant anything, and all of it was important.

Times like this it did seem real I was leaving, and even more that my family, and this life, would go on without me. And again I felt that emptiness rise up, but pushed it away. Still, I lingered there, in the doorway, memorizing the noise. The moment. Tucking it away out of sight, to be remembered when I needed it most.

Eventually, it wasn't even your dad I wanted, just anybody. Anybody at all.