Quotes About Emptiness

You fill a hungry place shaped like your darkness.

The experience of emptiness is not found outside the world of ordinary appearance, as many people mistakenly assume. In truth, we experience emptiness when the mind is free of grasping at appearance.

In the empty heart, void of self can be heard the echoing cry, "I am the Truth." Thus is man one with the eternal. Travelling, travel and traveller have become one.

To tell the truth days are all the same size and words aren't much company.

Cold - cold as truth, cold as life. No, nothing can be as cold as life.

The only infallible truth of our lives is that everything we love in life will be taken from us.

The line of lovelessness is not drawn between speaking and doing, but between speaking and doing in the truth, and speaking and doing in emptiness. Truth turns word-love into deed-love.

...but the truth is that I don't feel like I can carry anyone but myself right now. The streets are empty. I am empty. Or, no--I am full of pain. It's my life that's empty.

In very truth the days are almost free, and if it is another way of saying that our lives are empty, well -- there are days when emptiness is spacious, and non-existence elevating . . .

This was the truth at the core of my existence: this yawning emptiness, scantily clad in rage. It had been there all along.

Well the truth is, everybody, when they die, leaves a void that cannot be filled.

Don't Ignore Silence Cause It Has A Sound. When It Starts Speaking, Its Louder Than Thousand Volcanoes....

But in that moment I understood what they say about nostalgia, that no matter if you're thinking of something good or bad, it always leaves you a little emptier afterward.

I tried.Can't do it.Brain's empty.

Life it seems will fade away/ Drifting further every day/ Getting lost within myself/ Nothing matters, no one else/

Emptiness is filling me To the point of agony/ Growing darkness taking dawn/ I was me but now he's gone/

He could not shake the feeling - reportedly common among ghosts - that it was not he but those he haunted whose lives were devoid of matter, sense, future.

Huh-uh," Archy said, not trying to charm or work her anymore, the deep 1978 El Cerrito–apartment sullenness starting to seep out of him as he remembered how Luther and Valletta used to leave him there all night by himself, nothing on the television but Wolfman Jack and some movie where a shark-toothed devil doll was biting Karen Black on the ankles.

I wasn't unkind to him. I just didn't talk to him. I didn't talk to anybody, and I didn't want anybody talking to me. That was the plan.

He had lived alone most of his life. He was used to places that were empty. He knew the real shelter of a home was inside yourself.

From the beginning, she had left a hole in my heart that could never quite heal. I could go years without seeing her but I could never stop thinking about her. Thinking about where she was, what she was doing, who she was with.

he always carried the feeling that he was struggling toward some kind of resolution and knowledge of purpose. That there was something good in him or about him. It was the waiting that was so hard. The waiting often left a hollow feeling in his soul. And he believed people could see this, that they knew when they looked at him that he was empty.

I dwelt alone In a world of moan And my soul was a stagnant tide

She is overtaken by a sensation of unbeing. There is no other word for it.