Quotes About Emptiness

Because all the waters of the ocean won't fill a bucket with a hole in it. And that's their fall, and that's their fellowship. Desire. The hole in the bucket: the gulf of yearning into which the soul empties itself.

Dead, blank, empty air surrounded me, like the moment after the fridge stops humming and you think the silence is a new sound.

Margarita was never short of money. She could buy whatever she liked. Her husband had plenty of interesting friends. Margarita never had to cook. Margarita knew nothing of the horrors of living in a shared flat. In short... was she happy? Not for a moment.

But no, no! The seductive mystics are lying. There are no Caribbean Seas in the world, no reckless buccaneers are sailing them, and no corvettes are chasing them, no cannon smoke drifts low over the waves. There is nothing, and there never was! There is only a stunted linden tree out there, and iron fence, and the boulevard beyond it...And ice melting in the bowl, and someone's bovine bloodshot eyes at the next table, and fear, fear...Oh, gods, gods, poison, give me poison!... (67)

Whether I am a fool or a villain I know not; but this is certain, I am also most deserving of pity—perhaps more than she. My soul has been spoiled by the world, my imagination is unquiet, my heart insatiate. To me everything is of little moment. I become as easily accustomed to grief as to joy, and my life grows emptier day by day.

What, without you is life eternal? what are my boundless realms infernal? Just empty words, a loud discord, a vast cathedral - with no lord!

My soul has been spoiled by the world, my imagination is unquiet, my heart insatiate. To me everything is of little moment. I become as easily accustomed to grief as to joy, and my life grows emptier day by day. One expedient only is left to me—travel.

I become as easily accustomed to grief as to joy, and my life grows emptier day by day.

Yes, it's a well-known fact about you: you're like death, you take everything.

vertigo is something other than the fear of falling. It is the voice of emptiness below us which tempts and lures us, it is the desire to fall, against which, terrified, we defend ourselves.

When his wife was at his side, she was also in front of him, marking out the horizon of his life. Now the horizon is empty: the view has changed.

He suddenly felt dismayed at how little he had seen of her the last two years; he had so few opportunities to press her hands in his to stop them from trembling.

The stronger their nostalgia, the emptier of recollections it becomes.

Now we are longtime outcasts, flying through the emptiness of time in a straight line. Yet somewhere deep down a thin thread still ties us to that far-off misty Paradise, where Adam leans over a well and, unlike Narcissus, never even suspects that the pale yellow blotch appearing in it is he himself. The longing for Paradise is man's longing not to be man.

The future is only an indifferent void no one cares about.

Vertigo is something else than the fear of falling. It is the voice of emptiness below us which temps and lures us, it is the desire to fall, against which, terrified, we defense ourselves.

No, vertigo is something other than the fear of falling. It is the voice of the emptiness below us which tempts and lures us, it is the desire to fall, against which, terrified, we defend ourselves.

Quem quer «elevar-se» continuamente deve esperar um dia ter vertigens. O que é a vertigem? O medo de cair? Mas porque temos nós vertigens num miradouro protegido com um parapeito? A vertigem não é o medo de cair, é outra coisa. É a voz do vazio por debaixo de nós que nos atrai e nos enfeitiça, o desejo de queda do qual nos defendemos depois com pavor.

A vertigem não é o medo de cair, é outra coisa. É a voz do vazio embaixo de nós, que nos atrai e nos envolve, é o desejo da queda do qual logo nos defendemos aterrorizados.

Silence lay between them like an agony.

Tinha um rosto bonito e vazio. Suficientemente bonito para atrair os homens e suficientemente vazio para deixar que nele se perdessem todas as suas súplicas. Além disso, era um rosto orgulhoso,e Jakub sabia: orgulhoso não da sua boniteza, mas do seu vazio.

Anyone whose goal is 'something higher' must expect some day to suffer vertigo. What is vertigo? Fear of falling? Then why do we feel it even when the observation tower comes equipped with a sturdy handrail? No, vertigo is something other than the fear of falling. It is the voice of the emptiness below us which tempts and lures us, it is the desire to fall, against which, terrified, we defend ourselves.

La vertigine è qualcosa di diverso dalla paura di cadere. La vertigine è la voce del vuoto sotto di noi che ci attira, che ci alletta, è il desiderio di cadere, dal quale ci difendiamo con paura.

Sempre se orgulhara de ter vivido intensamente; mas essa expressão "viver intensamente" era uma pura abstração; procurando o conteúdo concreto dessa "intensidade", não descobriu senão um deserto onde vagava o vento