Quotes About Emptiness

Insanity is a very lonely and empty existence - it's painfully true. They may laugh and smile, and skip and dance, but behind all the faces there is hollowness like a bottomless pit. The living dead, depression is a terrible illness, so is psychosis, the mentally inflicted beyond cure.

You get used to the brain being squeezed. At nighttime in the darkness of your emptiness, it seems to swell back up and gives you some peace. In the darkness even the pain is not so bad. A bruise heals. (Time is the treatment.) But it's your mind that's tortured. Your thoughts are in turmoil and despair. Feelings of awesome revenge and destruction manifest themselves.

Theres a hole in the world like a great black pit and its filled with people who are filled with shit

I honestly have no idea how to live without you.

Once you freeze all the way through to your soul, you will never feel warm again.

I wish I could have known you.

He argued that every certainty is an empty throne. That those who knew but one path would come to worship it, even as it led to a cliff's edge. He argued, and in the silence of that ghost's indifference to his words he came to realize that he himself spoke – fierce with heat – from the foot of an empty throne.

Just as there is something about an empty skip that makes you want to fill it, so there is something about a full skip that makes you want to empty it.

The difficulty with big cities does not lie in skyscrapers or high-rises per se; rather, it is the values concealed within those buildings which lead to the loss of our humanity and our sense of spiritual emptiness.

It's really easy to slide into a depression fueled by the pointlessness of existence.

I'm broken from the inside. The depression that has slowly eaten away at me has finally consumed me, and I couldn't beat it.

I hate it when people lose it, there's nothing left because they're not interesting, they're boring, I hate it, and especially smack, people on smack are the most boring in the world.

I think the fact that my wife died in Mexico City makes it very important to me; my life went up in smoke at that moment, the family and the future we were going to have. At that point, I was anchored to the city in a way I've never been anchored to a place before.

In the past I have never thought about loneliness when working, and I don't think about it now. Yet there must be a reason for the fact that so many people talk about it.

He suspended thinking; his mind was a bloody vacancy, like a room in which there has been a butchering.

the sad emptiness, upon slaying the villain who had brought madness upon his village, of learning that vengeance was not justice and that justice was to be had nowhere in the world;

Não há uma única coisa tão vazia e carente quanto tu, que abraças o universo: és o escrutador sem conhecimento, o magistrado sem jurisdição e, ao final, o bobo da farsa.

Without you at my side, I feel as though my eyes are just a camera, like a closed-circuit camera without film in it, registering what's out there, second by second, letting it all vanish instantly to be replaced by more images, none of them properly appreciated.

What can we do now? How many words are left with Ds in it? Not many, I bet. Probably al the best ones have already been ruined.' .. .. 'And if I ever find my dad, what will he be? Just a sound. A sound without any meaning.' p 208

The head that will become a skull is already empty. Madness is the déjà-là of death.

Often to understand, we have to look into emptiness.

Without love, life was nothing but endless tasks and battles.

She wanted to die. She wanted to die. Because then it would be over. All the loss, all the grief, all the pain, the emptiness - over. And she had said nothing then. Nothing. Nor had she crawled into her room and swallowed her mother's pills, or crawled into her bath and opened up her own wrists. As if death were somehow personal. As if death were somehow an enemy that could be faced and stared down, she would not give it the satisfaction of seeing how badly it had hurt her. Again.

besaban al aire, al vacío, tal vez a algún cabello suelto, de manera que ambas sintieran el efluvio de los besos pero no su calor.