Quotes About Emptiness

That until now she was a Christmas tree that had been decorated by someone who hated Christmas.

The truth is, I feel beyond sad. I feel empty. Numb.

I want to care, but I don't. I look at you and all I feel is tired.

I thought living dead girls couldn't feel pain, thought I was emptied out but I'm not, I'm not.

Just once, I wanted to lose something without the whole world watching.

But the past couple of days I've missed you so much it's felt like missing you is all I am.

I want to care, but I don't. I look at you and all I feel is tired. I walk through school and all I want to do is leave. I wake up in the morning and don't know why I'm here. I feel like I'm not real.

I didn't feel anything watching him go. I didn't even wish I did.

I've missed you so much it's felt like missing you is all I am. Like if someone looked inside me, there wouldn't be a skeleton and muscles and blood and nerves. There'd just be memories of you and all the things I've tried to say and ripped out of this notebook, all the things I want to say but can't because I don't have the words.

I want to care, but I don't. I look at you and all I feel is tired. I walk through school and all I want to do is leave. I wake up in the morning and don't know why I'm here. I feel like I'm not real. I feel like I died when everyone else on the plane did and I'm the only one who's noticed.

I have learned to smoke because I need something to hold onto.

I have ceased to care about anything. I have no personal ambition, or even the desire that people call me nice, or pretty, or witty. Nor do I have any use for sensation, nor do I care. Cessation. It is a technical circle, encircling, cycle, of giving the body to be burned, but having no charity. ... What can I do? For without love I am truly dead.

What she could not possibly have known was that even as I stood before all those people and read and answered questions, I still felt oddly—but very truly—invisible.

did not feel that I mattered. Because in a way I have never been able to feel that. And so the days were hard.

there is a cultural blank spot that never ever leaves, only it is not a spot, it is a huge blank canvas and it makes life very frightening.

I did not feel that I mattered.

My whole childhood was a lockdown. I never saw anyone or went anywhere.

I really do not know what I mean, except to say that on some very fundamental level, I feel invisible in the world.

Driving home, Tommy was aware of a sensation like that of a tire becoming flat, as though he had been filled—all his life—with some sustaining air, and it was gone now; he felt, increasingly as he drove, a sense of fear.

The great dream merchant Disney was a success because make-believe was what everyone seemed to need in a spiritually empty land.

At the temple there is a poem called "Loss" carved into the stone. It has three words, but the poet has scratched them out. You cannot read loss, only feel it.

At the temple there is a poem called "Loss" carved into the stone. It has three words, but the poet has scratched them out. You cannot read loss, only feel it.

The heart dies a slow death, shedding each hope like leaves until one day there are none. No hopes. Nothing remains.

an everlasting funeral marches round your heart.