Quotes About Emptiness

In my third novel there is an actual black hole that swallows everything you love.

Thou must be emptied of that wherewith thou art full, that thou mayest be filled with that whereof thou art empty.

Social media has colonized what was once a sacred space occupied by emptiness: the space reserved for thought and creativity.

The lonely become either thoughtful or empty.

A soft gust of wind swooped at them under the hornbeam branches, setting the shadows flurrying, and when it died into the grass, Randal laid Bevis' body down, with a stunned emptiness inside him as though something of himself had gone too.

So Aquila took his father's service upon him. It wasn't as good as love; it wasn't as good as hate; but it was something to put into the emptiness within him; better than nothing at all.

But tonight, because Rome had fallen and Felix was dead, because of Valerius's shame, the empty hut seemed horribly lonely, and there was a small aching need in him for somebody to notice, even if they were not glad, that he had come home.

It is lonely never to have been loved, only devoured.

To encounter anything fully is to touch its absence… from "Letterbox

His eyes held the confident vacancy that comes from the exercise of other people's power.

I am grieving for the girl who always knew what she wanted and knew how to be alive in this terrifying world. That girl is gone. She is lying in pieces somewhere and I miss her. I miss her and I want her back.

A mí me ha tocado no estar contigo; no tengo miradas para encontrarte ni hay cosa en que pueda reconocerte.

A alma chora pelo que não existe.

Penso que este, talvez, poderia ser parte do segredo do sonho: que nesta nostalgia imensa que não nos abandona moram os nossos desejos mais antigos, esquecidos. Daí a dor da saudade: desejar, sem se saber o que se deseja, um sapato vazio, sem nenhum pedido, Papai Noel que não vem...

De repente os muitos desapareceram da minha frente, e o seu era o único rosto que eu via. Queria estar ao seu lado, segurar a sua mão. Mas você está longe – e fui então para a minha solidão.

Naquela noite eu chorava pela minha solidão, pelo abandono que me esperava, quando eu seria como o menino da mata ou o menino na rua vazia.

Sometimes, I get this familiar ache in my heart and a sense of stabbing emptiness around my ribcage. I don't even know what brings it on; it's just familiar like a horrible visitor. What brings me to my knees though, is the even bigger heart-hurt when I recognize this ghastly guest is back again.

Now nothing is anything, and everything is nothingness, just the cannons of pressure going off in my head. It's as if your old personality has been sucked out so slowly that you didn't notice its departure. Very slowly it's been stolen away and each day you remember less and less of who you are and what you feel.

There's a hidden sweetness in the stomach's emptiness. We are lutes, no more, no less. If the sound box is stuffed full of anything, no music. If the brain and the belly are burning clean with fasting, every moment a new song comes out of the fire. The fog clears, and a new energy makes you run up the steps in front of you....

You fill yourself with the sharp pain of love, rather than its fulfillment.

Having money, power, and respect pacifies the ego only temporarily and does nothing to relieve the deeper feeling of emptiness. We're all sold on this idea that wholeness can be bought, married into, or wished real hard for, but the more substantial definition of success requires a lot more than just worldwide recognition and acquiring things.

All the little emptiness of love!

Nothing consumes time like nothing.

Ready to cry ready to dy ready for any thing is how I come to it now. In fear and tremmering only not running a way. In emtyness and ready to be fult. Not to lern no body nothing I cant even lern my oan self all I can do is try not to get in front of whats coming. Jus try to keap out of the way of it.