Quotes About Emptiness

You could make beautiful pictures with paint, but there was nothing behind it.

We will all miss him, even if we don't know it is his absence that is hurting us.

They're empty, insecure alone; they only feel real when other people listen to them and take notice.

That was the worst truth of all: alone. The word was a kind of death.

lacks the depth, or the courage, to feel anything deeply enough to pay for it.

You have to suffer through this emptiness...and find what impels you to continue.

But you're dead inside to me, you're cold and beyond my reach! It is as if I'm not here, beside you. And, not being here with you, I have the dreadful feeling that I don't exist at all. And you are as cold and distant from me as those strange modern paintings of lines and hard forms that I cannot love or comprehend, as alien as those hard mechanical sculptures of this age which have no human form. I shudder when I'm near you. I look into your eyes and my reflection isn't there . . . .

There's a bitter cold in me, a cold which comes from a distant land. And nothing ever really makes it warm. You knew of this cold. You tried a thousand times to melt it, and transform it to something more brilliant, but you never succeeded.

I never changed after that. I sought for nothing in the one great source of change which is humanity. And even in my love and absorption with the beauty of the world, I sought to learn nothing that could be given back to humanity. I drank of the beauty of the world as a vampire drinks. I was satisfied. I was filled to the brim. But I was dead. And I was changeless.

You are alone when something like this happens. Doesn't matter how many people love you and want to help you. You are alone. When Marchent died, she was alone.

Pain. Unspeakable pain. It didn't matter who in this world or any other was staring at me, watching me, seeking to share this moment or merely shuddering as I experienced it. Just didn't matter. Because in pain like this one is always alone.

I hear nothing. I hear nothing, but what does it mean that I hear nothing? I walk in the cemeteries of this city at night and I hear nothing. I walk among mortals and sometimes I hear nothing. I walk alone and I hear nothing, as if I myself had no inner voice.

I wanted none of it finally. And, deserving nothing better, I closed up like a spider in the flame of a match. And even Armand who was my constant companion, and my only companion, existed at a great distance from me, beyond that veil which separated me from all living things, a veil which was a form of shroud.

Words spoken to drunkards were truly words written in water. They vanished into the endless void in which the drunkard languished.

Love is the only defense we ever have against the cold meaninglessness around us.

El caos era el vacío sin sentido de la vida cotidiana

I think you're like a man who loses an arm or a leg and keeps insisting that he can feel pain where the arm or leg used to be.

Music like that could hurt you. It gave you back your disappointment, and your emptiness. It said, Life can be this. Remember this.

His mind was horrifyingly empty and still; and he felt the loneliness and the stillness of the rooms completely.

And you have never given me your love.

Where was Goblin? I felt an aching loneliness for him. I felt the emptiness of the night air. He was waiting for me to hunt, waiting for the fresh blood. But I had no intention of hunting tonight, even though I was faintly hungry.

The thirst rose in me. The thirst clouded my eyes. I tasted blood as though I were already drinking it, and I felt the abysmal and desperate emptiness I always feel before a feast. Nothing will ever fill you. Nothing will ever make this abominable hunger go away.

An empty house has its own special silence. It is like a great held breath.

What was it about her that caught at his soul, when he no longer had one?