Quotes About Emptiness

My love life is like a piece of Swiss cheese; most of it's missing, and what's there stinks.

I was ready to love the whole world, but no one understood me, and I learned to hate.

Sometimes, only one person is missing, and the whole world seems depopulated.

Some say that one-sided love is better than none, but like half a loaf of bread, it is likely to grow hard and moldy sooner.

You want to fall in love with a shoe, go ahead. A shoe can't love you back, but, on the other hand, a shoe can't hurt you too deeply either. And there are so many nice-looking shoes.

The beginning of love is a horror of emptiness.

It is necessary to fall in love... if only to provide an alibi for all the random despair you are going to feel anyway.

Some people feel like they don't deserve love. They walk away quietly into empty spaces, trying to close the gaps of the past.

She missed him the days when some pretext served to take him away from her, just as one misses the sun on a cloudy day without having thought much about the sun when it was shining.

A world without love is a deadly place.

One may have a blazing hearth in one's soul and yet no one ever came to sit by it. Passers-by see only a wisp of smoke from the chimney and continue on their way.

Losing love is like organ damage. It's like dying. The only difference is, death ends. This? It can go on forever.

As for love . . . no, having once written that word I can write nothing more.

A life without love, no matter how many other things we have, is an empty, meaningless one.

Having nothing, nothing can he lose.

Life minus love equals zero.

Sentences will be confined to museums if the emptiness of writing persists," predicted Georges Bataille.

Even when I press against him his presence is too far away.

Losing him was like having a hole shot straight through me, a painful, constant reminder, an absence I could never fill.

She just wasn't sure she had yet been to the place she was homesick for.

She couldn't believe losing someone you had known such a short time could feel like losing part of yourself, that it could make food taste wrong and colors seem dull.

How could I explain to this girl what Will and I had been to each other, the way I felt that no person in the world had ever understood me like he did or ever would again? How could she understand that losing him was like having a hole shot straight through me, a painful, constant reminder, an absence I could never fill?

I couldn't think. I couldn't feel. I just existed—me,

So with the loss of my family as well as the man I had loved, every thread that had linked me to who I was had been abruptly cut. I felt as if I had simply floated off, untethered, to some unknown universe.