Quotes About Emptiness

The theme for me is love and the lack of it. We all want that and we don't know how to get it, and everything we do is some kind of attempt to capture it for ourselves.

When you love, deeply love another human being, really deeply, somewhere you will feel that you are still alone, and this very beloved human being has no access.

When the lights don't glow the same way that they used to and I finally get a moment to myself, I will realize you were everything I'm missing and you'll tell me you're in love with someone else.

If there is no love more in yonder heart, it is but a corpse unburied.

You might drop your heart into me and you'd never hear it touch bottom.

Now you know how much my love for you burns deep in me when I forget about our emptiness, and deal with shadows as with solid things.

Hell is the inability to love.

One day he went away and I thought I'd die, but I didn't. And I said to myself: 'is that all there is to love?'

The sun's gone dim, and the moon's gone black. For I loved him, and he didn't love back.

It reminds me that no embrace will ever feel the same again, because no one will ever be like her again, because she's gone. She's gone, and crying feels so useless, so stupid, but it's all I can do.

Much love much trial, but what an utter desert is life without love.

Ain't no love lost, cause there was never none there.

When emptiness is still, that is eternity. When it moves, that is love.

Jemu watched his father disappear. He didn't throw the coconut and he didn't cry. Never again would he know love for another human being that wasn't adulterated by another, contradictory emotion.

The Soul is shriveled up and buried in a grave that does not love.

The only number that would ever be enough is 0. Zero pounds, zero life, size zero, double-zero, zero point. Zero in tennis is love. I finally get it.

She pressed her hand against her chest. No heart. So where did the love she felt come from?

Love is disgusting when you no longer possess yourself.

Whoever finds love beneath hurt and grief disappears into emptiness with a thousand new disguises

I love no one but you, I have discovered, but you are far away and I am here alone.

Now I think all of us were born with a hole in our hearts, and we go around looking for the person who can fill it. You... you fill me up.

sometimes I think I've got this hard kernel in my heart, and nothing much can get inside it. I doubt if I can really love anybody.

Love is not of the mind, it is not in the net of thought, it cannot be sought out, cultivated, cherished; it is there when the mind is silent and the heart is empty of the things of the mind.

Love me, because love doesn't exist, and I have tried everything that does.