Quotes About Emptiness

The Patty Winters Shows were all repeats. Life remained a blank canvas, a cliche, a soap opera. I felt lethal, on the verge of frenzy. My nightly bloodlust overflowed into my days and I had to leave the city. My mask of sanity was a victim of impending slippage. This was bone season for me and I needed a vacation. I needed to go to the Hamptons.

It's hard to feel sorry for someone who doesn't care. Yeah? I ask. What do you care about? What makes you happy? Nothing. Nothing make me happy. I like nothing.

When I flush the toilet in my bathroom, it becomes stopped up with Kleenex, and blood clouds the water and I put down the lid, because there's nothing else for me to do.

How easy it would be to scare the living wits out of this fucking guy. Kimball is utterly unaware of how truly vacant I am. There is no evidence of animate life in this office, yet still he takes notes. By the time you finish reading this sentence, a Boeing jetliner will take off or land somewhere in the world. I would like a Pilsner Urquell.

estaba tan por encima de la ciudad que tenías la impresión de contemplar un mundo enorme y abandonado que se extendía en cuadrículas anónimas, una vista que confirmaba que estabas mucho más solo de lo que creías.

And though the coldness I have always felt leaves me, the numbness doesn't and probably never will. This relationship will probably lead to nothing...this didn't change anything.

How could she ever understand that there isn't any way I could be disappointed, since I no longer find anything worth looking forward to.

Cualquiera que fuera el interés que compartían se evaporó tan rápido que pareció no haber existido en absoluto. Robby se nos acercó penosamente bajo el destello de las luces del centro comercial y de pronto me preocupó que su vida tuviera tan poco de poesía o romanticismo. Todo giraba en torno a una cotidianidad ansiosa y aburrida. Todo era una representación

Love cannot be trusted. Surface, surface, surface was all that anyone found meaning in … this was civilization as I saw it, colossal and jagged …

It's just strange, he agrees, staring out the window, lost. One day someone's walking around, going to work, alive, and then... Kimball stops, fails to complete the sentence. Nothing, I sigh, nodding. "People just... disappear, he says. The earth just opens up and swallows people, I say, somewhat sadly, checking my Rolex.

How could she ever understand that there isn't any way I could be disappointed since I no longer found anything worth looking forward to?

And though I can hide my cold gaze, and you can shake my hand and feel my flesh gripping yours, and maybe you can even sense that our lifestyles are probably comparable - I simply am not there.

Her face looked like a fruit from which all the juice had been sucked.

Those who are half alive demand what is missing in them, but deny it when it is presented to them, and they fear the proof of their own insufficiency.

Those who nourish themselves with hatred seldom realize they are starving. —Zensunni warning

They say it's the worst pain imaginable, losing a child. But that wasn't my experience. Don't get me wrong, my son's death just about destroyed me. But if I'm being honest, nothing will ever hurt quite so deeply as the moment I heard the first person I ever really loved was gone.

I mean, what's the sense in being a hero when there's no one left to save? Oh

From this ground zero, a modern meaning movement began to rise, eventually growing to include philosophy, psychology, and neuroscience. If the symptoms of meaninglessness were alienation and emptiness, the balm was fulfillment and personal sense-making. The "central concept of human psychology is meaning," wrote Jerome Bruner. And the central task of every individual is to make your own meaning. There is no single formula. But

Maybe all these desperate clashing feelings I'm feeling are just random brain activity, maybe I'm just delusional. But there are things that I miss, and things that I feel like I should be seeing and feeling every time I turn around, and I just keep turning and turning and turning, and there's nothing.

Most people's deaths are a sham. There's nothing left to die.

Kita semua akan mati, semuanya. Menakutkan bukan? Alasan itu saja seharusnya membuat kita saling mencintai, tetapi tidak. Kita diteror dan digilas oleh hal-hal yang remeh dalam hidup; ditelan oleh kehampaan.

There's no light, no up or down, no possibility of movement, no anything. There's nothing, forever, with no way out. I felt such terror.

Hay soledad en el hogar sin bulla, sin noticias, sin verde, sin niñez.

When I write, I intentionally erase any knowledge from my mind.