Quotes About Emptiness

Want me, I beg, but nothing comes.

She was suddenly aware of how empty her feet felt inside her shoes.

Don't make me happy. Please, don't fill me up and let me think that something good can come of any of this.

The survivors. They're the ones I can't stand to look at, although on many occasions, I still fail. I deliberately seek out the colours to keep my mind off them, but now and then, I witness the ones who are left behind, crumbling amongst the jigsaw puzzle of realisation, despair and surprise. They have punctured hearts. They have beaten lungs.

and on most occasions she was sorry to wake up. Everything disappeared when she was asleep.

There were people everywhere on the city street, but the stranger could not have been more alone if it had been empty.

She wanted him to drag her hand across and pull her over. It didn't matter where. Her mouth, her neck, her cheek. Her skin was empty for it, waiting.

Caddenin her yerinde insanlar vard? ama bo? olsa, yabanc? bundan daha yaln?z olamazd?.

Dormía mucho, sin sueños, y casi siempre se arrepentía de despertarse. Dormida, todo desaparecía.

Nu mai erau oameni pe strad?. Erau zvonuri care c?rau gen?i.

THE LAST HUMAN STRANGER, PAGE 38 There were people everywhere on the city street, but the stranger could not have been more alone if it had been empty.

At first, Liesel could not talk. Perhaps it was the sudden bumpiness of love she felt for him. Or had she always loved him? It's likely. Restricted as she was from speaking, she wanted him to kiss her. She wanted him to drag her hand across and pull her over. It didn't matter where. Her mouth, her neck, her cheek. Her skin was empty for it, waiting.

Restricted as she was from speaking, she wanted him to kiss her. She wanted him to drag her hand across and pull her over. It didn't matter where. Her mouth, her neck, her cheek. Her skin was empty for it, waiting.

Los primeros días se sentaban a su lado y hablaban con él. El día de su cumpleaños le dijo que si se despertaba abrí un enorme pastel esperándole en la cocina. No se despertó. No hubo pastel.

Some people are born empty. All manner of good deeds and patience and loving kindness can't even begin to fill them up.

Being photographed was dead time for the soul. Can the head think, while it does the same half smile under the same light frown? If this was all true, then Richard's soul was in great shape. No one photographed him any more, not even his wife. When the photographs came back from an increasingly infrequent holiday. Richard was never there..an elbow or earlobe on the edge of the frame, on the edge of life and love..

Now they were all moving to no effect-just moving, just switching things off and switching things on, just picking things up and putting things down and picking things up and stroking the cat and counting the mugs and fighting for air. It seemed that everything they did had already been done and done, and that everything they thought had already been thought and thought, and that this would never end. Excuse me said panic to each of them in turn. They had no mouth and they had to scream.

Cities at night, I feel, contain men who cry in their sleep and then say Nothing.

The nothing nothings.

Das Nichts nichtet

August este singur pe vîrful unui munte; sînt ultimele sale zile. Poetul spune: "El sta aici si asculta vidul pur. Totul e ciudat, o nalucire. Pe mare (cîndva, August calatorise adesea pe mare) se misca totusi ceva; acolo exista sunet, ceva ce se putea auzi, un cor al apelor. Aici — nimicul se întîlneste cu nimicul într-o absenta fara hotare. Nu-ti ramîne decît sa dai din cap, plin de resemnare.

From start to finish the potter takes hold of the impalpable void and brings it forth as the container in the shape of a containing vessel. The jug's void determines all the handling in the process of making the vessel. The vessel's thingness does not lie at all in the material of which it consists, but in the void that holds.

El vacío no es nada. Tampoco es una falta. En la corporeización plástica el vacío juega a la manera de un instituir que busca y proyecta lugares.

Y qué sería del vacío del espacio? Con demasiada frecuencia, el vacío aparece tan sólo como una falta. El vacío pasa entonces por una falta de algo que llene los espacios huecos y los intersticios. Sin embargo, el vacío está presumiblemente hermanado con el carácter peculiar del lugar y, por ello, no es un echar en falta, sino un producir.