Quotes About Emptiness

I felt a darkness growing within me that was too numb for sorrow and too cold for rage.

Happiness is a myth, It was invented to make us buy things

Sometimes, even now, my heart is drowning in a sorrow that has no stars without you, and no laughter, and no sleep.

Whatever the reason, I felt dishearteningly alone in the city.

La droga tutto e nulla: ti prende tutto, e non ti lascia nulla. Ma il nulla che ti offre, il vuoto privo di sentimenti che ti elargisce, a volte è tutto ciò che desideri.

If so much love could vanish into the earth and speak no more, smile no more, then love was nothing.

It was the desolate terror of a man who knows that fate has abandoned him, and death's already inside, stretching and swelling and filling up the life-space that used to be his. It

And when you left, I didn't feel anything at all. Not a thing. I didn't want to be forgiven because of what I did. I wanted to be forgiven—and I still

I think I'd hoped to be released by it, and solaced, just by hearing her tell me. But it wasn't like that. I felt empty: the kind of emptiness that's sad but not distressed, pitying but not broken-hearted, and damaged, somehow, but clearer and cleaner for it. And then I knew what it was, that emptiness: there's a name for it, a word we use often, without realizing the universe of peace that's enfolded in it. The word is free.

But his face had that hollow look, as if there was something gone... you know that look. The inward focus. Distantly attentive to the home you're missing, or the someone you're missing. That look that a bird has when it turns it dry reptilian eye on you. That look that doesn't see you because the mind is filled up with someone it would rather see.

He knew about being alone. The weather was always cold there.

A stair not worn hollow by footsteps is, regarded from its own point of view, only a boring something made of wood.

I was a weird teenager. My mother was actually worried because I didn't have any interest in dating in my teenage years. I had all this desire to pursue my passions like ballet, then sailing, then music, so I didn't have any emptiness to fill.

Haven't you felt a peculiar sort of worry about the chair in your living room that no one sits in?

The worst cruelty that can be inflicted on a human being is isolation.

That's the worst thing about dementia: it gets you every time. Sufferers look and act the same but beneath the familiar exterior something quite different is going on. They're in another world and you cannot enter.

To have felt too much is to end in feeling nothing.

Disappointment is a sort of bankruptcy - the bankruptcy of a soul that expends too much in hope and expectation.

Painting picture by picture, I followed the impressions my eye took in at heightened moments. I painted only memories, adding nothing, no details that I did not see. Hence the simplicity of the paintings, their emptiness.

Fame was never something I was seeking in my artistic journey. It's to be used as a tool for an artist to break open doors and keep creating. That's how I enjoyed fame in '74; it was not just for the emptiness of being famous.

Silence can be a very powerful tool. Sometimes it's more powerful to leave you with nothing.

I couldn't get that same feeling during the day, with my hands in dirty dish water and the hard sun showing up the dirtiness on the roof tops. And after a time, even at night, the feeling of God didn't last.

I don't remember much of my childhood. My father passed away when I was six, and sadly, I don't have the fuzziest, foggiest memory of him - what his voice was like, anything he ever said to me, nothing. My early years are a total blur.

When the mind is empty, silent, when it is in a state of complete negation - which is not blankness, nor the opposite of being positive, but a totally different state in which all thought has ceased - only then is it possible for that which is unnameable to come into being.