Quotes About Emptiness

Todo lo que no tiende a la pureza de la nada está embebido de una feroz vulgaridad

feeling of being everything and the evidence of being nothing.' I happened across this phrase in my youth, and was overwhelmed by it. Everything I felt in those days, and everything I would feel from then on, was summed up in this extraordinary banal formula, the synthesis of expansion and failure, ecstasy and impasse. Most often it is not in a paradox but in a truism that a revelation appears.

In each man I passed I discerned a cadaver, in each odor a rot, in each joy a last grimace.

If a man loves nothing, he will be invulnerable" (Chuang Tse).

No need to elaborate works

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Gli uomini soffrono dell'avvenire, si precipitano nella vita, fuggono nel tempo, cercano. E niente mi fa più male dei loro occhi indagatori, vani, e tuttavia privi di vanità.

The only free mind is the one that, pure of all intimacy with beings or objects, plies its own vacuity.

El aburrimiento es el eco en nosotros del tiempo que se desgarra…, la revelación del vacío, el cese de ese delirio que sostiene —o inventa— la vida…

Every inspired state proceeds from a cultivated, willed inanition.

Panic in the face of anything—of presence, of the void, of anything. Original panic.

One cannot long remain so absorbed in contemplation of emptiness without being increasingly attracted to it. In vain one bestows on it the name of infinity; this does not change its nature. When one feels such pleasure in non-existence, one's inclination can be completely satisfied only by completely ceasing to exist.

When you have a sorrow that is too great it leaves no room for any other.

Trópico se vistió de luto un día, fango tomó color de sangre seca, niebla en neblina erré, la mente hueca, gris en el corazón, alma vacía

Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish,How could I seek the empty world again?

There is not room for Death.

Morning without you is a dwindled dawn.

But never met this FellowAttended or aloneWithout a tighter breathingAnd Zero at the Bone—

Pain—has an Element of Blank—It cannot recollectWhen it begun—or if there wereA time when it was not—

I miss him in so many ways, but right now I miss him in the way you always miss someone when you're single among a room full of couples.

Los Angeles is like a beauty parlor at the end of the universe.

When my bed get empty, make me feel awful mean and blue.

Tu n'es pas venue. Je t'ai attendue des heures ou des jours, je ne sais. Je ne le sais pas parce que j'ai cessé d'être moi-même pour devenir une masse uniquement sensible à ton absence, comme si dans le vide pouvait se former un monceau de douleur, d'angoisses, comme si le néant avait un être.

In the desert there is everything and nothing-- God without mankind.