Quotes About Emptiness

Living in memories is an empty gesture.

Meditation is nothing but coming to terms with your inner emptiness: recognizing it, not escaping; living through it, not escaping; being through it, not escaping. Then suddenly the emptiness becomes the fullness of life.

Dil bu karanl???n içinde ya?ayabilirmi? gibi görünen tek ?ey olacak.

Gece yava? yava? geliyor, ?niyor. Çukur yerlere dolma?a ba?lad? bile. ... Dil bu karanl???n içinde ya?ayabilirmi? gibi görünen tek ?ey olacak. Hiçbir a??rl???n, hiçbir gerçekli?in kalmad??? bu yerde. Karanl???n gerçekli?e benzer tek yan?, konu?abilmesi olacak.

People with nothing to say tend to go into public speaking.

O my dumpling! the waiters had nothing but desserts for us that year! Loving you was rather like lying down: Nothing but sky!

To be a New Yorker is to be away from the city and feel like you are missing something

Those are big holes.

Jesus is taking an ax to our pride when He tells us the truth about our emptiness apart from Him.

Ain't no sunshine when she's gone and this house just ain't no home anytime she goes away.

Awake, she struggled to fill the hours until she could sleep again. But nothing she did made her feel whole. If she ate, she didn't taste the food. If she read, she couldn't remember the words. If she rested, she still felt tired

By default, most of us have taken the dare to simply survive. Exist. Get through. For the most part, we live numb to life - we've grown weary and apathetic and jaded... and wounded.

And they write innumerable books; being too vain and distracted for silence: seeking every one after his own elevation, and dodging his emptiness.

Sorrow has a name, and its name is loneliness. Sorrow has a shape, and its shape is absence. Sorrow is a sickness like any other.

It's my belief that our lives are stolen from us. Ornamented with pinnate leaves and colored frills, we exist only as a consolation for others. I don't feel fulfilled. Indeed, some days I scarcely feel at all.

Loss constitutes an odd kind of fullness; despair empties out into an unquenchable appetite for life.

She would have liked not to be alive, or to be always asleep.

Sadness is a vice.

After the pain of this disappointment her heart once more stood empty, and the succession of identical days began again.

Years passed; and he endured the idleness of his intelligence and the inertia of his heart.

She was as sated with him as he was tired of her. Emma had rediscovered in adultery all the banality of marriage.

for her, life was as cold as an attic with a window looking to the north, and ennui, like a spider, was silently spinning its shadowy web in every cranny of her heart.

For a long time now my heart has had its shutters closed, its steps deserted, formerly a tumultuous hotel, but now empty and echoing like a great empty tomb.

Her heart remained empty once more, and the procession of days all alike began again. So they were going to follow one another, like this, in line, always identical, innumerable, bringing nothing!