Quotes About Emptiness

Even the Devil may cry when he looks around Hell and realizes he's alone.

Even when he was in a crowd, surrounded by people, he was alone.

Across the sea of space lies an infinite emptiness. I can feel it, suffocating me. It is without meaning. But each life creates its own reality.

It feels like I am wasting time. I mean, that's always the case. My life doesn't add up to anything.

Still when I lost her, I lost sight of any landmark that might have led me someplace happier, to some more populated or congenial life.

Tis immortality, 'tis that alone, Amid life's pains, abasements, emptiness, The soul can comfort, elevate, and fill. That only, and that amply this performs.

But then, my entire life is bullshit. The best things in it have vanished, ghosts. Ghosts I'll admit I created.

If just once you were depressed for no reason, you have been so all your life without knowing.

When someone gradually leaves your life, that's one thing because you get used to the end of it. When somebody disappears, it takes all of your control away. It leaves you frantic.

This world we exist in is populated by people who have really shut themselves off from life.

Why do I feel like something's missing in my life without them and they don't feel the same about me?

I don't find the life in Hollywood all that meaningful or inspiring.

No one goes through life with a whole heart.

You almost believe that you will never come to the end of a roll of tape; and when you do, there is a feeling, nearly, though very briefly, of shock and grief.

But how awful would that be? How terrible to live surrounded by the stark, sharp, hollowness of things that simply were enough?

Grief-stricken. Stricken is right; it is as though you had been felled. Knocked to the ground; pitched out of life and into something else.

Eyes which have lost their tears have lost their most beautiful, their most glorious treasure.

How could someone with a life this full feel this empty?

It was like that part of my life, was just gone. It was almost too easy, for something I once thought had meant everything.

There's a kind of emptiness at the center of life ... nothing to form your life on, or by.

People who have few possessions cling tightly to those they have. That is one of the facts that make life so discouraging.

The man from whom the joys of life have departed is living no more, but should be counted with the dead.

Too many heroes in my life. All gone.

Your life is a blank, and you're barely a shade across it.