Quotes About Emptiness

To see was terrifying, and to stop seeing tore me apart from my forehead to my throat.

A story? No. No stories, never again.

The anonymous puts the name in place, leaves it empty, as if the name were there only to let itself be passed through because the name does not name, but is the non-unity and non-presence of the nameless.

She could taste loss in the back of her throat so badly that she could vomit.

I have nothing and no one but you, and you're useless. That's not a personal commentary. It's a statement of fact.

She was utterly alone to-night in the midst of a vast indifference.

Take away his love for her, and what remained? Nothing—though only in the past twenty-four hours had this love been added to him.

There's too much dressing up and not enough places to go.

Wir sind nicht fertig geworden miteinander. Und darum, glaube ich, haben wir uns trotz allem nicht trennen können. Der arme Monsieur Dmitritsch! Er könnte alle ersinnbaren Qualitäten eines Mannes haben, vergeblich, er würde nie aufkommen gegen das Vakuum, das uns verbindet.

I am starved for tenderness and that is what is the matter with me and has been the matter with me for months

I shiver in my isolation, and must face again and try to tame my loneliness.

This bed yawns beneath the weight of our absent selves.

Death of a beloved flattens and dulls everything. Connections do not adhere so closely, and important events lose some of their glow.

Autopsy read: dead of acute peoplelessness.

Then one day he said he had to get back to California. I was relieved. My world was going to be emptier and dryer, but the agony of having him intrude into every private second would be gone. And the silent threat that had hung in the air since his arrival, the threat of his leaving someday, would be gone. I wouldn't have to wonder whether I loved him or not, or have to answer "Does Daddy's baby want to go to California with Daddy?

I want to go home." His first reaction was to shout, "Nay!" It took all his restraint not to shout the denial. A cold fist of dread clenched his throat and squeezed relentlessly. She wasn't happy. Even a fool could see that she was miserable.

I don't like being alone.

Because they weren't you.

Kau tidak bisa merindukan apa yang tidak pernah kau punyai

Who was the Thief that she would love him? A youth, just a boy with hardly a beard and no sense at all... A liar, she thought, an enemy, a threat. He was brave, a voice inside her said, he was loyal... A fool, she answered back. A fool and a dead one. She ached with emptiness.

Nothing prepared me for the loss of my mother. Even knowing that she would die did not prepare me. A mother, after all, is your entry into the world. She is the shell in which you divide and become a life. Waking up in a world without her is like waking up in a world without sky: unimaginable.

What had happened still seemed implausible. A person was present your entire life, and then one day she disappeared and never came back. It resisted belief.

All his gentleness, all his kindness, all the bright shining gorgeousness of his love, he had always given to someone else.

I want to kiss you so bad. But There's nothing here. You're not really here, are you? -Bliss