Quotes About Emptiness

Sînt ca o p?pu?? stricat?, cu ochii c?zuÅ£i în?untru." Aceast? vorb? a unui bolnav mintal cînt?reÅŸte mai greu decît toate operele de introspecÅ£ie. (Silogismele amaraciunii)

CunoaÈ™terea de sine creeaz? un interval între eu È™i lume pe care nimic nu-l mai poate umple, È™i care sfârÈ™eÈ™te prin a evacua aceast? lume îns??i.

La el acas?, Dumnezeu neavând ce p?zi, de necaz È™i de urât, pustieÈ™te gr?dinile omului.

Not to have been born, merely musing on that - what freedom, what space!

ViaÅ£a dezvolt? plenitudinea ÅŸi vidul, exuberanÅ£a ÅŸi depresiunea; ce suntem noi în faÅ£a vârtejului interior care ne consum? pân? la absurd? Simt cum trosneÅŸte viaÅ£a în mine de prea mult? intensitate, dar ÅŸi cum trosneÅŸte de prea mult dezechilibru. Este ca o explozie pe care n-o poÅ£i st?pâni, care te poate arunca ÅŸi pe tine în aer iremediabil.

Vreau sa mor , dar imi pare rau ca vreau sa mor!

Imi plac temperamentele agresive si contradictorii,violente si sfasiate,si care prin excesele lor te stimuleaza,te descumpanesc.Abulia mea are nevoie de bici. O,dac-as avea un minimum de convingeri ca sa pot lupta pentru sau contra unui lucru!Eu insa mi-am vlaguit,mi-am una secatuit,mi-am golit convingerile,una cate una si toate deodata.

Prava samoca je ona u kojoj se osecas apsolutno izolovanim izmedju neba i zemlje, nista ne treba da skrece tvoju paznju od ovih pojava apsolutne izolacije, vec intuicija stravicne lucidnosti treba da otkriva vascelu dramu covekove konacnosti pred beskonacnoscu i prazninom ovog sveta.

Vague a l'ame — melancholy yearning for the end of the world.

Lacul Soustons, ora dou? dup?-amiaz?. Vîsleam. Deodat?, fulgerat de o reminiscen?? de vocabular: 'All is of no avail' (nimic nu serveÅŸte la nimic). S? fi fost singur, m? aruncam pe dat? în ap?. Niciodat? n-am simÅ£it cu asemenea violen?? nevoia s? termin cu toate.

Fiind tot anul în vacan??, cînd vine vacanÅ£a propriu-zis? realizez mai bine decît de obicei vidul în care tr?iesc: e vidul la p?trat, cel de care sîntem conÅŸtienÅ£i în orice moment, vidul oficial al existenÅ£ei mele.

Sólo la percepción del vacío permite triunfar sobre la muerte, pues, si todo carece de realidad, ¿por qué habría de tenerla la muerte?

There is nothing to say about anything. So there can be no limit to the number of books.

If I reflect on any moment of my life, the most feverish or the most neutral, what remains? — and what difference is there now between them? Everything having become the same, without relief and without reality, it is when I felt nothing that I was closest to the truth, I mean to my present state in which I am recapitulating my experiences. What is the use of having felt anything at all? There is no "ecstasy" which either memory or imagination can resuscitate!

To that friend who tells me he is bored because he cannot work, I answer that boredom is a higher state, and that we debase it by relating it to the notion of work.

She meant absolutely nothing to me. Realizing, suddenly, after so many years, that whatever happens i shall never see her again, I nearly collapsed. We understand what death is only by suddenly remembering the face of someone who has been a matter of indifference to us.

The moments follow each other; nothing lends them the illusion of a content or the appearance of a meaning; they pass; their course is not ours; we contemplate that passage, prisoners of a stupid perception. The heart's void confronting time's: two mirrors, reflecting each other's absence, one and the same image of nullity…

Gdziekolwiek si? rusz? - to samo odczucie nieprzynale?no?ci, bezu?ytecznej gry. Udaj? zainteresowanie czym?, co mnie zupe?nie nie obchodzi, kr?c? si? tu i tam, ale nigdy nie jestem "w ?rodku", w ?adnym okre?lonym miejscu. To, co mnie przyci?ga, znajduje si? gdzie? indziej, czym za? owo "gdzie indziej" jest - nie wiem.

Expression diminishes you, impoverishes you, lifts weights off you: expression is loss of substance, and liberation.

Lucidity is the only vice which makes us free—free in a desert.

Lucidity is the only vice which make us free - free in a desert.

Man is free, save for his depths.

but let us remember that lucidity is a condition peculiar to those who by their incapacity to love are as isolated from others as from themselves.

To exist is to profit by our share of unreality, to be quickened by each contact with the void that is within.