Quotes About Emptiness

You drink a little too much and try a little too hard. And you go home to a cold bed and think, That was fine. And your life is a long line of fine.

and you drink a little too much and try a little too hard. And you go home to a cold bed and think, 'That was fine'. And your life is a long line of fine.

It had gotten to the point where it seemed like nothing matters, because I'm not a real person and neither is anyone else.

How do you keep safe when your whole day is as wide and empty as the sky?

He Giving Treed me out of existence.

He was born to be lonely, that's what he knew for certain.

There might be a space too, for this. The feel of killing, there might be an empty spot just waiting to be filled.

I don't feel like a person at all: I am something to be loaded and unloaded, like a sofa or a cuckoo clock. I am something to be tossed into a junkyard, thrown into the river, if necessary. I don't feel real anymore. I feel like I could disappear.

when he gets bored with this dumb twat, he'll just find another girl who is pretending to be that girl, and he'll never have to do anything hard in his life.

Cómo te mantienes a salvo cuando tu día entero es tan inmenso y vacío como el cielo?

It had gotten to the point where it seemed like nothing matters, because I'm not a real person and neither is anyone else. I would have done anything to feel real again.

I would have done anything to feel real again.

I am something to be tossed into a junkyard, thrown into the river, if necessary. I don't feel real anymore. I feel like I could disappear.

I guess I've been depressed for about twenty-four years.

Estoy aquí.» No suelo sentir que lo esté; me siento como si una ráfaga cálida de viento fuese a soplar en mi dirección y a hacerme desaparecer para siempre, sin dejar siquiera un cachito de uña.

I don't feel like a person at all: I am something to be loaded and unloaded, like a sofa or a cuckoo clock. I am something to be tossed into a junkyard, thrown into the river, if necessary. I don't feel real anymore. I feel like I could disappear.

Finger, whore, hollow!

that have never known inhabitants, or homes that have known owners and seen them ejected, the house standing triumphantly voided, humanless.

He dejado de sentirme real. Siento como si pudiera desaparecer.

Não me sinto uma pessoa: sou algo a ser carregado e descarregado, como um sofá ou um cuco.

I am something to be tossed into a junkyard, thrown into the river, if necessary. I don't feel real anymore. I feel like I could disappear.

I didn't need to hide from someone courting oblivion as ardently as I was.

Ben saw the inside of that fridge, which had been packed with food the month before, and now just had beer and a big jar with one single pickle floating in it like a turd.

Without desire there is no life. Everything will stand still. Become emptiness. In fact sir, be dead.