Quotes About Emptiness

I realized that my mother was at the center of my work, because now that my mother is no longer there, there's nobody left.

Probably the closest things to perfection are the huge absolutely empty holes that astronomers have recently discovered in space. If there's nothing there, how can anything go wrong?

Sometimes I long for the parents I didn't have; that's a recurring nightmare.

I mean, look at the people we celebrate - a lot of people who really don't do anything. They just walk the red carpets and go to all the parties, and they're hooked up with the right people, so they're celebrities. But what for?

I keep my hands empty for the sake of what I have had in them.

Happiness? No, it's not there for me.

I hated my whole childhood, hated it, hated it, hated it. There was no place for me.

Music I heard with you was more than music, and bread I broke with you was more than bread. Now that I am without you, all is desolate; all that was once so beautiful is dead.

These stars marked the moments of the universe. There were aging orange embers, blue dwarfs, twin yellow giants. There were collapsing neutron stars, and angry supernovae that hissed into the icy emptiness. There were borning stars, breathing stars, pulsing stars, and dying stars. There was the Death Star.

There were aging orange embers, blue dwarfs, twin yellow giants. There were collapsing neutron stars, and angry supernovae that hissed into the icy emptiness. There were borning stars, breathing stars, pulsing stars, and dying stars. There was the Death Star. At

Nearly all creators of utopia have resembled the man who has toothache, and therefore thinks happiness consists in not having toothache... whoever tries to imagine perfection simply reveals his own emptiness.

Whoever tries to imagine perfection simply reveals his own emptiness.

My poems are dead because I'm dead. You're dead. We're all dead. Dead people in a dead world.

Lo más característico de la vida moderna no era su crueldad ni su inseguridad, sino sencillamente su vaciedad, su absoluta falta de contenido.

And in front of him there lay not death but annihilation.

Never again will you be capable of ordinary human feeling. Everything will be dead inside you. Never again will you be capable of love, or friendship, or joy of living, or laughter, or curiosity, or courage, or integrity. You will be hollow. We shall squeeze you empty, and then we shall fill you with ourselves.

Things will happen to you from which you could not recover, if you lived a thousand years. Never again will you be capable of ordinary human feeling. Everything will be dead inside you. Never again will you be capable of love, or friendship, or joy, or integrity. You will be hollow.

In this place you could not feel anything, except pain and foreknowledge of pain.

It struck him that the truly characteristic thing about modern life was not its cruelty and insecurity, but simply its bareness, its dinginess, its listlessness. Life

He is simply a hole in the air.

It struck him that the truly characteristic thing about modern life was not its cruelty and insecurity, but simply it's bareness, it's dinginess, it's listlessness.

A Winston le sorprendía que lo más característico de la vida moderna no fuera su crueldad ni su inseguridad, sino sencillamente su vaciedad, su absoluta falta de contenido. La vida no se parecía, no sólo a las mentiras lanzadas por las telepantallas, sino ni siquiera a los ideales que el Partido trataba de lograr.

He came out of nothingness, took form, was loved, was always bound to return to nothingness.

There was no moon.