Quotes About Emptiness

It was true that love had never done her much good. It had brought her very little happiness. A few weeks of courtship and two days of marriage did not provide enough happiness for a lifetime. There had been years of pain and emptiness. Perhaps a marriage based on affection and respect would prove more durable. Perhaps there would not be the peak of delirious joy that she had known with Robert. But there would not be the depths of despair, either.

There was loneliness and emptiness without Teddy, she had said. He had news for her. There was always loneliness and emptiness. It was part of the condition of living.

I still miss him. There is a loneliness and an emptiness where he was.

But in the meantime, he said, there is the loneliness and the emptiness to be dealt with. His lips touched hers again, but she drew back. Do you mean mine or your own? she asked.

I survived by learning to embrace that black emptiness, and I discovered that actually it was an infinity of light and possibility. I learned that my real self is inner and infinite and indestructible and quite independent of circumstances or labels.

She would not live with him day by day, aching for every kind word or chance touch.

I am sorry now. I missed an hour of your company. A dreadful thing to miss, he said. Your life will be forever impoverished, Allie.

The next few days were all she could ever have of him.

Then I thought that once my year of mourning was over and I put off my blacks, I would also put off the worst of my grief. And perhaps that has happened. But sometimes I think that grief is preferable to emptiness. At least grief is something. I have come to realize, I suppose, that they are not just dead. They are gone. There is nothing there where they were.

There is a terrible pain,' she said softly, 'about being abandoned by someone who loves someone else more than you. A pain and an emptiness and a determination never again to give anyone that power.

If anything could prove the existence of the soul, he thought, it was the utter emptiness of a corpse.

Sometimes nothing is the scariest thing of all

She couldn't feel anything inside herself now but flat metallic strength.

She couldn't tell if she was just pulling anything available into her sadness.

What the hell was wrong? Here I was, where I'd planned to be, but it felt like…like nothing. Some black and rotting cavity of wrongness still stank somewhere inside me. I could smell it but not name it.

I only breathe with one lung since you've gone , you say. And I love you with one hemisphere of my brain, the dumb one, the one that forgets.

the sweetness had gone so quickly from her

I feel the terror of idleness, like a red thirst. Death isn't just an idea.

because my life without you would be a place of parched and broken trees

Nobody owns the hearts of birds.

So it is if the heart has devoted itself to love, there is not a single inch of emptiness. Gladness gleams all the way to the grave.

This state of mind preyed upon my health, which had perhaps never entirely recovered from the first shock it had sustained. I shunned the face of man; all sound of joy or complacency was torture to me; solitude was my only consolation—deep, dark, deathlike solitude.

Alas! he is cold, he cannot answer me.

It is so long before the mind can persuade itself that she, whom we say every day, and whose very existence appeared a part of our own, can have departed for ever—that the brightness of a beloved eye can be extinguished, and the sound of a voice heard.