Quotes About Emptiness

A jagged stone existed where her heart had been.

I was not. I was. I am not. I care not.

Bir ÅŸeyleri d??ar? at?p kap?y? kilitlediÄŸinde, asl?nda kendini içeri kilitlemiÅŸ oluyorsun.

No, it's not you," Abi managed to interrupt her. "Actually, it's not anyone. Not even my best friend Kat. Or Rudi or Emmit or Brice or—well, it's not anyone. It's never been anyone.

Contempt for kindness and generosity is the surest sign there is that someone has nothing else left to them but a horrible emptiness much worse than weakness. It's an—anti-strength.

Keda,' she said to herself,' Keda, this is tragedy.' But as her words hung emptily in the morning air, she clenched her hands for she could feel no anguish and the bright bird that had filled her breast was still singing... was still singing.

He had emptied the bright goblet of romance; at a single gulp he had emptied it. The glass of it lay scattered on the floor.

He does not listen for an answer, but yawns, his face opening lewdly upon regions compared with which nudity becomes a milliner's invention.

As the Earl of Gormenghast he could never be alone. He could only be lonely.

Alone. The saddest word in the world.

I'm really cracking. No, I'm beyond cracking. I'm shattered. I'm lost. I'm fragmented.

Isolation and loneliness are central causes of depression and despair.

a deep smothering emptiness

Lovelessness is a boon to consumerism.

Without conscious forgiveness there can be no genuine reconciliation. Making amends both to ourselves and to others is the gift compassion and forgiveness offers us. It is a process of emptying out wherein we let go all the waste so that there is a clear place within where we can see the other as ourself.

Being with him was like being alone underwater -- everything was slow; nothing counted; I could not be harmed; I would feel dry and cold when I resurfaced.

in the background, behind everything he did or said or thought, like a low hum, was an unyielding sadness, an emotional blackness that threatened to bloom into depression should he pause to examine it.

And in the background, behind everything he did or said or thought, like a low hum, was an unyielding sadness, an emotional blackness that threatened to bloom into depression should he pause to examine it.

Once they passed a village sacked by the French. Not a building remained intact, not a person was in sight, not an animal still lived.

Era in balia di ogni soffio di vento, non possedeva nulla.

Ogni occhiata perduta, per uno che viveva di sguardi, era una perdita irrimediabile.

He felt useless and degraded, as if he no longer lived for others but for himself alone.

I felt a great emptiness inside, as if I had been searching for some glimpse, not outside but within myself, and had discovered that there was nothing to be found.

I could never stop comparing the way it was with Gertrud and the way it had been with Hanna; again and again, Gertrud and I would hold each other, and I would feel that something was wrong, that she was wrong, that she moved wrong and felt wrong, smelled wrong and tasted wrong. I thought I would get over it. I hoped it would go away. I wanted to be free of Hanna. But I never got over the feeling that something was wrong.