Quotes About Emptiness

Vacuum is all potent because all containing.

In one moment I was feeling everything and I was feeling nothing.

How horrifying that morning when you wake up and your first thought is not of the person who has left. That's when you know, I will never die of a broken heart.

Grief never leaves, It merely sinks into you.

Aneeka must learn to think of him as lost forever. It was possible to do this with someone you loved, Isma had learned that early on. But you could learn it only if there was a complete vacuum where the other person had been.

Stupid,' she said. That was the only word for this sense of enormous loss where there had been so very little to lose.

Grief is a closet Full of emptiness As shoes Without your feet, Hats Without your head.

I see now... The most important things I have... I lose them, no matter how much I care for them.

Miserable is what a man becomes when he hankers for happiness.

Yves Saint Laurent didn't have friends. He loved nobody. He was intimate with nobody.

The desert feels Irish in a way - lonely and barren.

I felt alone out there, like I was on a desert island. I felt like Gilligan.

I don't have many friends; I'm very much a loner. As a child I was very isolated, and I've never been really close to anyone.

People who are isolated interest me, whether they isolate themselves or have been isolated by circumstances.

I think people are isolated and really lonely.

I've lived a very isolated life.

There is a dark side to being single in a great big city like New York. There's this sense of isolation and I think you can get fairly desperate.

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A man dies as often as he loses his friends.

Men are made unhappy not because they fail to gratify some fixed set of desires, but by the gap that continually arises between new wants and their fulfillment.

She abandoned me. This was devastating. And the paradox was that the moment she abandoned me, she began to be with me at all times, constantly abandoning me wherever I would go, whatever I would do and with whomever I was. And the pain was unbearable. Hence, I decided to abandon everyone and everything, remaining with nothing, doing nothing and being absolutely alone. Well, the paradox is that she is still there!

Sometimes something vanishes, and afterwards you can't stop looking at the place where it used to be.

James left us, taking his great, informed soul with him.

Draped across an armchair lay his famous long black coat, empty now, and hollow with missing him.