Quotes About Emptiness

We may be strong, but not in memories.

They flee from me, that sometime did me seekWith naked foot, stalking in my chamber.

Loss. A known absence. If you didn't know it, it would be nothing, which it is, of course, a nothing of another kind, as acutely felt as a blister, but a tumult, too, in the region of the heart and lungs, an emptiness with a name: You

I know, but he must have felt it that way, that evil was an emptiness, a lack of something, not a presence.' He turned his head fast and looked at me. 'That's what desire is, isn't it? The lack of something.

Hon tog till sig en liten del av det som fanns där, bäcken bakom vårt hus, skogarna med sina stenar och sin mossa och buskvegetation, och blodroten, blåklockorna och violerna som spirade i den våta jorden varje vår. Allt detta blev henne förtroget, men fälten med sina ändlösa rader som strålade samman vid horisonten under en oändlig himmel rymde ingen riktig mening för henne. Hur älskar man så mycket tomhet? (189)

The place where I am is missing from my view. It's like that for everybody. We don't see ourselves in the picture, do we? It's a kind of hole.

I wonder now whether it isn't dangerous to assign significance to that which is essentially vacant, but we can't seem to avoid it. We cover up the holes with our speech, explaining away the emptiness until we forget it is there.

Perhaps I wished for something rather than nothing--a smack of passion to make me believe I was really there for him, not missing. And then the blow rises up from imaginary depths. When there is nothing, the phantoms come up to fill the emptiness. It is not true that nothing comes of nothing. There is always something.

Unato? tim trenuta?nim uvidima u ne?iji život, platna i materijali na njima imali su neku apstraktnu odliku, krajnju prazninu koja je izražavala bizarnost same smrtnosti, osje?aj da, ?ak i ako sa?uvamo svaku mrvicu života, nagomilamo ih na divovsku hrpu, a potom pažljivo prosijemo da izvu?emo sva mogu?a zna?enja, sve to zajedno opet ne?e sastaviti jedan život.

To die for lack of love is horrible. The asphyxia of the soul.

I dote on his very absence.

Unrequited love's a bore.

You just watch somebody you love slowly, slowly disappear and go away.

Where there is no longer love, there is no longer anything.

From childhood's hour I have not been. As others were, I have not seen. As others saw, I could not awaken. My heart to joy at the same tone. And all I loved, I loved alone.

If she spoke, she would tell him the truth: she was not okay at all, but horribly empty, now that she knew what it was like to be filled.

She had left me thirsty and all my life would be thirst and longing for what I had lost before I found it.

Love is everything. Without it, I have no use for this world. When I'm not in love with someone, I feel empty and I can't think about anything but trying to find that someone.

My love life doesn't stink; it's nonexistent.

The light of a whole life dies When love is gone.

You fill yourself with the sharp pain of love, rather than its fulfillment.

How peaceful life would be without love. How safe, how tranquil and how dull.

No blessed leisure for love or hope, But only time for grief.

Satin and lace and brown velvet and the faint odor of violets. That was all which was left to him of his love.