Quotes About Emptiness

Part of the life she should have had is just a gap, it isn't there, it's nothing.

She was something of his own that he had lost.

This is one of the things I wasn't prepared for—the amount of unfilled time, the long parentheses of nothing.

Nothing's broken, nevertheless I'm skinless, the gentlest touch would gut me.

I've cut myself off. I can feel the place where I used o be attached. It's raw, as when you grate your finger. It's a shredded mess of images. It hurts. But where exactly on me is this torn-off stem? Now here, now there. Meanwhile the other girl, the one with the memory, is coming nearer and nearer. She's catching up to me, trailing behind her, like red smoke, the rope we share.

I had no direction in life, and I felt numb inside, like an orphan.

I don't want to be left by myself in this room. The walls are too empty, there are no pictures on them nor curtains on the little high-up window, nothing to look at and so you look at the wall, and after you do that for a time, there are pictures on it after all, and red flowers growing.

I'm nothing more than a woman of sand, left by a careless child too near the water. I have been obliterated for her. I am only a shadow now, far back behind the glib shiny surface of this photograph. A shadow of a shadow, as dead mothers become. You can see it in her eyes: I am not there.

T]he mothers who had sold their children felt empty and sad. They felt as if this act, done freely by themselves (no one had forced them, no one had threatened them) had not been performed willingly. They felt cheated as well, as if the price had been too low. Why hadn't they demanded more? And yet, the mothers told themselves, they'd had no choice.

It had been so long since she had seen him and she had lived on memories until they were worn thin.

A frost lay over all her emotions and she thought that she would never feel anything warmly again.

Technology grows and so does loneliness.

At times like this, I'm thankful I don't feel love.

And don't forget: time is meant to be wasted, love fails and death is useless.

And never have I felt so deeply at one and the same time so detached from myself and so present in the world.

For a long time - and this particular time with greater force than usual - summer has been a season that gives me a sense of emptiness and absence, and takes me back to the past.

It was long since I had longed for anything and the effect on me was horrible.

Something's died in me," she goes. "It took a long time for it to do it, but it's dead. You've killed something, just like you'd took an axe to it. Everything is dirt now.

I look back one more time. It's like a crater, a hole where something happened.

Her face looks like a room with no drapes or shades.

There was a weight to the emptiness of rooms in which you had once lived that was more fearsome than anything she had ever encountered in life, not because they were haunted, as she had joked with Skip Cuddy, but because they were not. The conversations, the quarrels, the long fraught silences, the tears: they had disappeared utterly and completely. A cemetery was a place intended to be still. It was here, where once there had been life

Sometimes she felt as though she was disappearing, that she was being whittled down to just this terrible feeling, like a sudden aching that appeared all over, not in her body but in her soul.

The worst thing about losing a friend is that you lose all the things you shared with that person

there is a piece of me missing so big that the pain doubles me over, clawing at my gut...