Quotes About Emptiness

Our actual universe evolves to empty space.

Ah, words are poor receipts for what time hath stole away.

Sometimes I have a terrible feeling that I am dying not from the virus, but from being untouchable.

It is not like a premonition of death. It is as if she died a long time ago, and she just now remembered it.

I tried synchronized swimming, but felt, over time, I was just going through the motions.

There's a lot of down time on the road. That part of it I really don't enjoy. There's nothing to do.

There were moments when she wasn't talking so much as fading into time, dropping back into some funnelled stretch of recent past.

Hell is more like boredom, or not having enough to do, and too much time to contemplate one's deficiencies.

How could she go on without him? And, at the same time, how could she go on knowing that every moment of their time together had meant so little to him

Don't waste your time trying to get into my head. There's nothing there.

I have to tell you it was the first time even after all these years of expecting my own death that i truly knew what it meant to die because with you gone there was nothing left for me to live for.

I felt the kind of loneliness that can happen in a roomful of people when everyone but you seems to be in on the good time.

Because I'm not writing all the time (thank goodness), my mind is sometimes pleasantly blank.

I had so much free time that free time was meaningless.

Sam looked at me, yellow eyes catching and holding me. "I miss being me. I miss you. All the time.

She felt worthless and hollow. There was no hope of fixing this. And when hope is gone, time is punishment.

He presently grew lonesome, and started out for recreation. He ranged the whole boat—visited every part of it, with an advance guard of fleeing people in front of him and a voiceless vacancy behind him; and when his owner captured him at last, those two were the only visible beings anywhere; everybody else was in hiding, and the boat was a solitude.

Life to him seemed hollow, and existence but a burden.

People frequently comment on the emptiness in one night stands, but emptiness here has always been just another word for darkness. Blind encounters writing sonnets no one can ever read. Desire and pain communicated in the vague language of sex. None of which made sense to me until much later when I realized everything I thought I'd retained of my encounters added up to so very little, hardly enduring, just shadows of love outlining nothing at all.

I think that's what finally stopped me. I slid right to the edge. My legs were hanging over. And I could feel it too. I don't know how. There was no wind, no sound, no change of temperature. There was just this terrible emptiness reaching up for me.

How do we remember this emptiness so in fullness we won't forget?

People frequently comment on the emptiness in one night stands, but emptiness here has always been just another word for darkness. Blind encounters writing sonnets no one can ever read. Desire and pain cmmunicated in the vague language of sex.

I was twelve miles from no where.

People frequently comment on the emptiness in one night stands, but emptiness here has always been just another word for darkness. Blind encounters writing sonnets no one can ever read. Desire and pain communicated in the vague language of sex