Quotes About Emptiness

Volevo chiudere gli occhi, o coprirli con una mano, e al tempo stesso volevo guardare, guardare a sazietà e tentare di comprendere con lo sguardo quella cosa incomprensibile, lì, davanti a me, quel vuoto per il pensiero umano.

Sometimes there are hurts so deep that they exist in a country that has no spoken language, a place where all landscapes are blighted and no sun ever shines.

I missed you even when I was with you. That's been my problem. I miss what I already have, and I surround myself with things that are missing.

For Perry, the absence of his daughter in his day-to-day life was like an open wound, an emptiness in his being that erupted in agony with even the softest touch of memory.

Yes, all the inhabitants of the store had left. But that didn't mean we were alone.

This emptiness you talk about," I said, "I think you're getting too worked up about it.

I totally remember what it felt like to be so full…Full of promise, full of dreams, full of shit. Mostly just full of yourself. So full you're bursting. And then you get out into the world, and people empty you out, little by little, like air from a balloon…You try like hell to fill yourself up with fresh air, from you and from other people. But back then…it was so damn effortless to feel full, you know? All you had to do was breathe

There is nothing sadder than sitting in a car and having absolutely nowhere to go.

Full of promise, full of dreams, full of shit. Mostly just full of yourself. So full you're bursting. And then you get out into the world, and people empty you out, little by little, like air from a balloon.

The life you build feels like the entire world, and when it's suddenly gone, the world doesn't make sense for a while. Or, in his case, ever again.

Now that he's gone, I feel like I'm a senior citizen who gave away her life savings over the phone. And this is the crux: I never in my life believed in someone as much as I believed in him. The shame is overwhelming.

Pensavo al mio romanzo, La settimana bianca. Romand mi aveva detto che quel libro raccontava esattamente la sua infanzia. Pensavo al grande vuoto bianco che si era scavato a poco a poco dentro di lui fino a lasciare soltanto un simulacro di uomo vestito di nero, un baratro da cui proveniva la corrente d'aria gelida che faceva rabbrividire il disegnatore.

De aquí surge un nuevo hombre: embotado, repleto de cosas, pero vacío interiormente. Va a ir siguiendo la ruta de la ansiedad, que terminará en una forma especial de melancolía e indiferencia.

todo invita al descompromiso.11 La desidia está de moda; está de moda la vida rota, deshilachada, así como los personajes sin mensaje interior.12

La sexualidad sin amor auténtico conduce a un vacío gradual que desemboca en hastío, indiferencia y escepticismo, es decir, una actitud descomprometida en exceso. A veces, incluso, con espíritu crítico podemos descubrir en su trasfondo notas autodestructivas.

La vida está tremendamente por debajo de sí misma. No existe, además, ni la menor posibilidad de alcanzar la plenitud.

La tristeza fascinante del lugar parece acentuarse con la visión de esas escuadras de pájaros sonámbulos, en pleno día, es como si el vacío se anudara con la honda tristeza, y ésta de vez en cuando cobrara voz con el chillido de alguna gaviota.

Y, mirando hacia los rascacielos, se quedó esperando a recibir sensaciones de entusiasmo, de emoción, de plenitud, de felicidad. Sin embargo, la espera se reveló únicamente como una espera, sin más. Una espera plana, sin sobresaltos, sin entusiasmo alguno. Cuanto más miraba a los rascacielos en busca de cierta intensidad, más evidente se hacía que no iba a llegarle sensación especial alguna.

I was not, I was, I am not, I care not. (Non fui, fui, non sum, non curo)

The fool's life is empty of gratitude and full of fears; its course lies wholly toward the future.

Remember, null is intended to represent an object that isn't there.

With every step he felt he was losing some part of himself, the way we gradually lose our memory of what we once thought mattered, pulling us faster towards that emptiness in which we are no longer human.

All the words that have passed between you and me to this point are nothing. The empty exhalations of the grave. The muttering of the wind through two exhumed skulls.

Passionate hatreds can give meaning and purpose to an empty life. These people haunted by the purposelessness of their lives try to find a new content not only by dedicating themselves to a holy cause but also by nursing a fanatical grievance. A mass movement offers them unlimited opportunies for battle.