Quotes About Emptiness

An empty house is like a stray dog or a body from which life has departed.

Gloomy calm of idle vacancy.

But she…I…" The emptiness of his thefted recollections was real as any love loss. The rifled wallet seemed trivial. Tears banked his eyes. "But she was—" Confusion snarled the sentence's end. "What was she, friend?" Calli asked. "She…was." That was the sad entirety.

Our best fare here is hunger.

Alone, alone, all, all alone;Alone on a wide, wide sea.

It was Saturday night at the Tune-In Cafe and the only person inside its dingy walls who wasn't drunk was seriously starting to wish that she were.

The stars were withdrawn, small, giving no light, unlike other nights when they seemed to hang large from the sky ready to be reached for and taken into our hands.

JARAK dan Adam turun di hutan-hutan mengabur dalam dongengan dan kita tiba-tiba di sini tengadah ke langit; kosong sepi

Bukankah langit kosong tetapi isi? Dan bukankah hatimu penuh dengan isi tetapi kosong?

For me, neither the honey nor the bee.

Virginity, virginity, where have you gone, leaving me abandoned? No longer will I come to you. No longer will I come.

She would miss him for the rest of her life.

I had thousands of books in my house and never found anything I wanted to read. I would stare at the shelves of books like a hungry person staring into an open refrigerator and wait for something to speak to me. But nothing ever spoke.

Everything that was his was now no one's; everything he'd seen and felt and knew was now gone.

No one knows how to feel anything anymore. No one knows anymore. Ain't no one care. People have, like, experiences. Everything just another experience. They do things, but they don't feel it. It just all goes right through them. Like they a ghost. Like we all ghosts.

Olivia would be everywhere and his mind went back to those early days when he had loved her, refused to see the emptiness behind the exquisite beauty of her face.

Jack had been the love of her life and he was gone. It seemed now that there had never been bad times, though she knew that wasn't true.

The ache of empty arms was an old tale to you.

And he left. I watched him walk out – he didn't say good-bye, he didn't even look back. It scared me, how easy it was for him to do that.

It's a jagged thing in my throat, how much I miss her.

It was the second time that day that I stood looking at a space where a large thing wasn't where it was supposed to be.

For a long time now my heart has had its shutters closed, its steps deserted, formerly a tumultuous hotel, but now empty and echoing like a great empty tomb.

It's how I fill the time when nothing's happening. Thinking too much, flirting with melancholy.

There in the center of that silence was not eternity but the death of time and a loneliness so profound the word itself had no meaning.