Quotes About Emptiness

So if the Infernum is an empy interior, what's Heaven in their conception?" I asked, nudging him. "A second inside-out house, inside, or rather 'outside' the first," he said. "If you cross its threshold, you realize our world, for all its wonder, has been but a shdow, another kind of empitness. Heaven is more than this.

You are all that is left of Lynn. Her own people won't even say her name. I... I value your continued existence." I could not speak. He had pierced me to my very heart.

So if the Infernum is an empy interior, what's Heaven in their conception?" I asked, nudging him. "A second inside-out house, inside, or rather 'outside' the first," he said. "If you cross its threshold, you realize our world, for all its wonder, has been but a shadow, another kind of emptiness. Heaven is more than this

It's too great, too terrible, too much. You can shout words into the void forever and never fill it up.

We live in a world of fortune and luxury, yet how poor and sad we are at times.

She wasn't sure she could breathe without him.

Alone was the loneliest place on earth

What does it all mean if I don't have family? If my mother is in the cold, hard ground?

Krispy Kreme's 'Hot Doughnuts' neon sign blinked but the store was empty. Who would want a hot, incredibly-delicious donut right now? No customers stood in line at Louisiana Fried Chicken either. Spicy food without a Mason's jar of cold lemonade? No thanks. The Liquor Bank's parking lot bustled with activity. Customers were leaving the store with brown bags probably filled with ice-cold beer, 7-Ups and bottled waters.

T]ime is more purely hers if she squanders it and keeps it empty, holds it, feels it pass by, and resists filling it with anything that might put some too-useful dent in its open, airy emptiness.

Where people are gone the night falls upward, black and unmanned.

The woman senses that time is more purely hers if she squanders it and keeps it empty, holds it, feels it pass by, and resists filling it with anything that might put some too-useful dent in its open, airy emptiness.

She always had that empty look. ... It's a particular blankness, and I've mostly seen it on billboards for so-called gentlemen's clubs. The convincing ones have that same empty look. Like they know just how to void themselves and not get in the way of some "gentleman's" fantasy.

Must every action—every word and thought—recall Alena? Swimming, currents, beaches, exhibitions, artists, parties. How long until my bodily presence had half the substance her absence did?

You get use to someone—start to like them, even—and they leave. In the end, everyone leaves.

You want me, well fucking well come and find me I'll be waiting with a gun and a pack of sandwiches And nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing

Because we separate like ripples on a blank shore (in rainbows).

The feeling of emptiness is a pre-existing condition. Jargon forces intimacy.

The Macks. They left." "Left?" Samuel asked. "For California, I guess. The whole family." Birdie pressed her lips together and dragged her palms across the rough wood behind her. There was nowhere for her shock to settle, a slow-motion spinning as the realization rose up and throbbed behind her eyes. She sat down in the weeds and tried to feel the splinters burrowing into the pads of her hands, but the pain was not enough. She

Jake, anyway, and somehow that seemed far, far worse. The couldn't

Quiero quedar a solas con la ausente.

It's like grains of sand crumbling in warning at the beginning of a landslide to realise I have not missed him.

There are people who have an appetite for grief; pleasure is not strong enough and they crave pain. They have mithridatic stomachs which must be fed on poisoned bread, natures so doomed that no prosperity can sooth their ragged and dishevelled desolation.

At last I found LOVE in literature, songs, movies except my Life.