Quotes About Emptiness

El dolor no cuajó alrededor de nada.

Le balcon s'avançait dans le vide comme le tremplin d'une piscine.

Losing your anchor, feeling yourself to be light is not an advantage, it's cruel to yourself and to others.

The circle of an empty day is brutal and at night it tightens around your neck like a noose.

Things without meaning are the most beautiful ones.

When there is no love, not only the life of the people becomes sterile but the life of cities.

En el baldío de la calle y en el baldío del corazón, ni quien preguntara por los idos.

De pronto la miro y ya no está. Vuelvo a mirarla, la define su ausencia. Ha ido a unirse a lago que le da fuerza y no sé lo que es. No puedo seguirla, no entiendo hacia qué espacio invisible se ha dirigido, qué aire inefable la resguarda y la aísla; desde luego ya no está en el mundo y por más que manoteo no me ve, permanece siempre fuera de mi alcance. Sé que mi amor la sustenta, claro, pero su ausencia es sólo suya y en ella no tengo cabida.

Allí donde no le entiendas, en los espacios blancos, en los huecos, pon: Te quiero.

I kept thinking about the uneven quality of time- the way it was almost always so empty, and then with no warning came a few days that felt so dense and alive and real that it seemed indisputable that THAT was what life was, that its real nature had finally been revealed.

thinking about the uneven quality of time—the way it was almost always so empty, and then with no warning came a few days that felt so dense and alive and real that it seemed indisputable that that was what life was, that its real nature had finally been revealed. But then time passed and unthinkably grew dead again, and it turned out that that fullness had been an aberration and might never come back.

It was terrible to think that he was in this city, possibly very nearby, but I couldn't see him or talk to him because he didn't love me. I couldn't be with him for one minute, not even for the weird leftover hours that nobody else wanted, like from one to three a.m. on a Wednesday.

She stared at me, like day stares at an hourglass and night, the sand trickling through time; the sea disappearing to eyes in the dark. But I hear her waves coming in, as she whispers one last chance goodbye.

Proximity to reality induces feelings of emptiness, horror and depression. Do not approach it alone.

Loss, this was what he felt. Loss and deprivation. One man owns, another man craves - the craving far more passionate than the dull pleasures of ownership. How galling not to have when you were the type who deserved to have - yes, deserved.

In the wake of the breakup I was miserable, no real money, no close friends. I was living in a house in the canyons, house-sitting for an actor I knew. Actually, I was house-sitting for an actor who was house-sitting for an actor. I had nothing going on.

The sea has neither meaning nor pity.

The place in her, though, where her tears should have come from, was rough and dry. No, she didn't find any tears in herself to cry for the storyteller. The storyteller didn't exist anymore.

Estoy entrgado a la nada. I am delivered up to nothingness.

Era incesante en la pasión vacía.

We become aware of the void as we fill it.

Nothing is not only nothing. It is also our prison.

When you made me into another, I left you with me.

My poverty is not complete: it lacks me.