Quotes About Emptiness

Be-basi hain ek chuban si hain Khush hain par ek ghutan si hain

After the leaves have fallen, we return To a plain sense of things.... It is difficult even to choose the adjective For this blank cold, this sadness without cause...

It is deep January. The sky is hard. The stalks are firmly rooted in ice. It is in this solitude, a syllable, Out of these gawky flitterings, Intones its single emptiness, The savagest hollow of winter-sound.

The salt hung on his spirit like a frost, The dead brine melted in him like a dew Of winter, until nothing of himself Remained, except some starker, barer self In a starker, barer world, in which the sun Was not the sun because it never shone With bland complaisance...

For the listener, who listens in the snow, / And, nothing himself, beholds / Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.

Mere suffering exists, but no sufferer is found; The deeds are, but no doer is found.

Mere suffering exists, but no sufferer is found; The deed are, but no doer is found.

Here the four elements of solidity, fluidity, heat and motion have no place; the notions of length and breadth, the subtle and the gross, good and evil, name and form are altogether destroyed; neither this world nor the other, nor coming, going or standing, neither death nor birth, nor sense-objects are to be found.

Separation penetrates the disappearing person like a pigment and steeps him in gentle radiance.

Nought but vast sorrow was there—The sweet cheat gone.

Instead of filling in the blanks, I wanted to be blank and be filled in.

It hurts when they're gone. And it doesn't matter if it's slow or fast, whether it's a long drawn-out disease or an unexpected accident. When they're gone the world turns upside down and you're left holding on, trying not to fall off.

Vacant heart, and hand, and eye,Easy live and quiet die.

when the mind is full, the room ceases to be empty

Empty hills, no one in sight,only the sound of someone talking;late sunlight enters the deep wood,shining over the green moss again.

Empty canvas. In appearance - really empty, silent, indifferent. Stunned, almost. In effect - full of tensions, with thousand subdued voices, heavy with expectations. A little frightened because it may be violated

This world that I live in is empty and cold; the loneliness cuts me and tortures my soul.

All life has emptiness at it's core it is the quiet hollow reed through which the wind of God blows and makes the music that is our life.

Emptiness is the pregnant void out of which all creation springs. But many of us fear emptiness. We prefer to remain...surrounded by things...we imagine are subject to our control.

I can't sleep without the sounds of bombs or bullets. It's like something's missing.

Sitting on my bed with all these things I used to love but not loving them anymore, I just wanted to set them on fire. That's when I knew I was never going to be all right again.

Do you not then hear this horrible scream all around you that people usually call silence.

at the press conference for the film he impressed everyone with his complete sincerity and innocence. he said he had come to see the sea for the first time and marveled at how clean it was. someone told him that, in fact, it wasn't. 'when the world is emptied of human beings' he said, 'it will become so again

Death carries no luggage."