Quotes About Emptiness

At a social event she and I would normally have attended together, an acquaintance came up and said to me, simply, "There's someone missing." That felt correct, in both senses.

That next week was one of the loneliest of my life. There seemed nothing left to look forward to.

atheism, which is mere emptiness and too depressing for words, and leads to socialism.

you have blown a large breach in the walls of my existence.

This is true, and defines the lostness of the grief struck. You constantly report things, so that the loved one 'knows'. You may be aware that you are fooling yourself (though, if aware, are at the same time not fooling yourself), yet you continue. And everything you do, or might achieve thereafter, is thinner, weaker, matters less. There is no echo coming back; no texture, no resonance, no depth of field.

I hope you never get there yourself—but some of us get to the point in life where we realise that nothing matters. Nothing fucking matters. And one of the few side benefits of that is you know you're not going to go to hell for filling in the wrong answers in the crossword. Because you've been to hell and back already and you know all too well what it's like.

I have no intent. I have no reason to live, that's all. When I'm gone, I don't want to be remembered.

Judaism offered no Shivah for lost love. There was no Kaddish to say, no candle to burn...no injunction against listening to music or going to work.

There is something absent in me, I thought. Something incomplete. Even my mother couldn't describe me. There was something empty in me that in other people was full.

I would hold on, and hold on, until my hands clutch at emptiness.

I did not want to cry any more. Instead I felt hollow, empty, as if all the meaning had been sucked out of me and I was drifting, light as a skeleton leaf, at the mercy of the four winds. I was drained of tears.

I could not bear his expression. That look said, this is a long good-bye, yet not time enough. I have no aptitude for this. I cannot learn this. I would hold on, and hold on, until my hands clutch at emptiness.

Can it be, I wondered, that life without her is so dull as this?

Unable to suspect others, unable to believe in others, one would to live in a suspended state, a state of bankrupt human relations, as if one were looking into a mirror that reflects nothing.

Suddenly, I ripped the book in two. And with it my heart. From the tear my insides came running out like a rotten egg. I became an empty, cast-off skin.

A strange thing the face. I never felt anything about it at any given time, but when i found i didn't have one, I felt as if half the world had been torn away from me

Nisipul... Lucrurile care aveau form? p?reau goale de orice conÅ£inut cînd erau puse al?turi de nisip. Singurul factor sigur era miÅŸcarea lui. Nisipul era antiteza formei.

Singur?tatea era o sete nesatisf?cut? de iluzii.

almost everybody I met gave me, ungrudging, only affability. As long as things did not go any further, everyone put up a fine show. ... Shut off by a wall of affability, I was always completely alone.

If the convention of the face were empty, perhaps a disguise too was just as empty.

Human beings cannot endure emptiness and desolation; they will fill the vacuum by creating a new focus of meaning. The idols of fundamentalism are not good substitutes for God; if we are to create a vibrant new faith for the twenty-first century, we should, perhaps, ponder the history of God for some lessons and warnings.

Iubirea înseamn?, în esen??, a fi însetat de ceva ce r?mâne absent. De aceea iubirea omeneasc? este atât de dezam?gitoare.

The void is a spectral realm; not even nothing can be free of ghosts.

I general brzo isprazni ?ašu. Jer kamo razuman ?ovjek može pobje?i kad ne može vjerovati u svoj razum? Bolje biti pijan nego lud.