Quotes About Emptiness

I need some older, wiser being to cry to. I talk to God, but the sky is empty.

I think I'm in love with missing you more than I'm in love with you.

Stasis in darkness. Then the substanceless blue

Girl, aging girl, is haunted by own nothingness...

They might ignore me immediately. In my moon suit and funeral veil. I am no source of honey So why should they turn on me? Tomorrow I will be sweet God, I will set them free.

Me sentía muy tranquila y muy vacía, como debe de sentirse el ojo de un tornado que se mueve con ruido sordo en medio del estrépito circundante.

This is what it is to be complete. It is horrible.

Can nothingness be so prodigal?

Empty, I echo to the least footfall

It didn't seem to be summer any more. I could feel the winter shaking my bones and banging my teeth together, and the big white hotel towel I had dragged down with me lay under my head, numb as a snowdrift.

You felt no reality. Only a weariness, a longing for a shoulder to sleep on, a pair of arms to curl up in — and a lack of that now.

You inherit white heather, a bee's wing, Two suicides, the family wolves, Hours of blankness.

I felt overstuffed and dull and disappointed, the way I always do the day after Christmas

I don't know what I ate, but I felt immensely better after the first mouthful. It occurred to me that my vision of the fig-tree and all the fat figs that withered and fell to the earth might well have arisen from the profound void of an empty stomach.

I felt as if I were sitting in the window of an enormous department store. The figures around me weren't people, but shop dummies, painted to resemble people and propped up in attitudes counterfeiting life.

I craved him constantly, so deeply it was a physical ache

The faces were empty as plates, and nobody seemed to be breathing.

I crawled back into bed and pulled the sheet over my head. But even that didn't shut out the light, so I buried my head under the darkness of the pillow and pretended it was night. I couldn't see the point of getting up. I had nothing to look forward to.

I simply don't know what to do. All joy and hope is gone.

By?o mi oboj?tnie i bardzo pusto - tak musi by? w oku cyklonu. Absolutna cisza w samym ?rodku szalej?cego ?ywio?u.

My ribs show. What have I eaten? Lies and smiles.

My body is a pebble to them, they tend it as water Tends to the pebbles it must run over, smoothing them gently. They bring me numbness in their bright needles, they bring me sleep. Now I have lost myself I am sick of baggage— My patent leather overnight case like a black pillbox, My husband and child smiling out of the family photo; Their smiles catch onto my skin, little smiling hooks.

felt very still and very empty, the way the eye of a tornado must feel, moving dully along in the middle of the surrounding hullabaloo.

What did my fingers do before they held him? What did my heart do, with its love?