Quotes About Emptiness

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.

It was inestimably important for me to look at the lights of Amherst town in the rain, with the wet black tree-skeletons against the limpid streetlights and gray November mist, and then look at the boy beside me and feel all the hurting beauty go flat because he wasn't the right one-not at all.

I just sat there with the whole summer turning sour in my mouth.

Po letech je potkávám na silnici - slova vyprahlá a bez jezdc?, neúnavný klapot kopyt. Zatímco ze dna t?nÄ› životu vládnou utkvÄ›lé hvÄ›zdy.

My drink was wet and depressing. Each time I took another sip it tasted more and more like dead water

I felt nothing. Then I felt a small, deep thrill, and a bright seam of red welled up at the lip of the slash. The blood gathered darkly, like fruit, and rolled down my ankle into the cup of my black patent leather shoe.

Me sentía embotada y pesada y llena de sueños destruidos.

Acontece que eu não estava conduzindo nada, nem a mim mesma. Eu só pulava do meu hotel para o trabalho e para as festas, e das festas para o hotel e então de volta ao trabalho, como um bonde entorpecido. Imagino que eu deveria estar entusiasmada como a maioria das outras garotas, mas eu não conseguia me comover com nada. (Me sentia muito calma e muito vazia, do jeito que o olho de um tornado deve se sentir, movendo-se pacatamente em meio ao turbilhão que o rodeia.)

I knew perfectly well the cars were making a noise, and the people in them and behind the lit windows of the buildings were making a noise, and the river was making a noise, but I couldn't hear a thing. The city hung in my window, flat as a poster, glittering and blinking, but it might just as well not have been there at all, for all the good it did me.

Nothing. Nothing but a great, amiable boredom.

I 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.)

I guess I should have been excited the way most of the other girls were, but I couldn't get myself to react. I 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.

Van valami végleges abban, ahogyan valaki elt?nik lassan az úton, nem fordul meg, nem néz vissza. (…) Van valami végtelenül nyomorúságos, végtelenül végleges az üres útban. Csak mégy tovább, hallgatsz. (Egy júniusi nap)

Me sentía muy quieta y muy vacía, como el ojo de un huracán, avanzando a duras penas en medio de la vorágine.

I need a father, I need a mother, I need some old, wiser being to cry to. I talk to God but the sky is empty.

God, but life is loneliness, despite all the opiates, despite the shrill tinsel gaiety of parties with no purpose, despite the false grinning faces we all wear.

Mentally I have led a vegetable existence this summer.

My hours are married to shadow. No longer do I listen for the scrape of a keel On the blank stones of the landing.

There are the clothes of a fat woman I do not know. There is my comb and brush. There is an emptiness. I am so vulnerable suddenly. I am a wound walking out of hospital. I am a wound they are letting go. I leave my health behind. I leave someone Who would adhere to me: I undo her fingers like bandages: I go. (Three Women)

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

Your absence is inconspicuous; Nobody can tell what I lack.

You gave me hyacinths first a year ago; They called me the hyacinth girl.' —Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden, Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither Living nor dead, and I knew nothing, Looking into the heart of light, the silence. Od' und leer das Meer.

Descend lower, descend only Into the world of perpetual solitude, World not world, but that which is not world, Internal darkness, deprivation And destitution of all property, Desiccation of the world of sense, Evacuation of the world of fancy, Inoperancy of the world of spirit;

O dark dark dark. They all go into the dark, The vacant interstellar spaces, the vacant into the vacant