Quotes About Emptiness

I know that traditionally, monsters hang around empty places for no apparent reason—and

There were days when she was unhappy, she did not know why,--when it did not seem worthwhile to be glad or sorry, to be alive or dead; when life appeared to her like a grotesque pandemonium and humanity like worms struggling blindly toward inevitable annihilation.

She missed him the days when some pretext served to take him away from her, just as one misses the sun on a cloudy day without having thought much about the sun when it was shining.

It is a bad thing to have love and nowhere to put it.

knew that this was the world I was in now, a vile dirty place where I was alone, alone, alone.

The creature that was me had crept away and left nothing more than the shell of a woman curled up on the bunk.

You Can't Lose Something You Never Had

Isn't it funny that at Christmas something in you gets so lonely for - I don't know what exactly, but it's something that you don't mind so much not having at other times.

There is a pale, penetrating loneliness chiselled into every statue. A kind of loneliness made living. It haunts every rock and stone, every sinew of every room. A whispering, blistery loneliness. In a breath's moment, I swear I can hear voices, and at the exact same time, all I can hear is the deafening sound of utter nothingness.

During depression the world disappears. Language itself. One has nothing to say. Nothing. No small talk, no anecdotes. Nothing can be risked on the board of talk. Because the inner voice is so urgent in its own discourse: How shall I live? How shall I manage the future? Why should I go on?

And what is boredom? Perhaps the inability to find meaning, to complete a perception, to arrive at an understanding: partly grasped, but forever just out of reach. It is not lack of interest, but interest frustrated, cut off, imperfectly held. So says the Chronicle today. But for me it is the fear of emptiness.

It is quite amazing what I didn't feel after a while. I didn't really want to feel things.

I got so used to saying good-bye that when he disappeared for real I didn't notice.

Sometimes Emily was so lonely that it was like being invisible.

Oh, she missed herself. It felt like she used to miss Abe, when he was at Harvard and then after they broke up. No, deeper than that: the way she sometimes missed her parents when she was a child and had slept over at a friend's. She was homesick for herself, a longing so deep and unanswerable that for a moment it took her breath away.

No more war, no more plague, only the dazed silence that follows the ceasing of the heavy guns; noiseless houses with the shades drawn, empty streets, the dead cold light of tomorrow. Now there would be time for everything.

I'm no one, and I'm nothing.

Vivre me causait un ennui du réel.

People cannot win against their loneliness because loneliness is this world's worst kind of pain.

God? Come off it, the heavens are empty, as empty as a corpse. There's nothing in the sky but shells and all the other murderous devices made by men . . .

Ha llegado otra vez la hora de la sangre. Hay que seguir el camino de la sangre. Pero la sangre que ve la luz se la bebe la tierra. Los buscan y los mataran. Pero ya habran mezclado sus sangres y seran como dos cantaros vacios, como dos arroyos secos.

Maybe our fear of intimacy is rooted in our fear of the dark, especially the deep dark within, the great unknown. We perceive our inner darkness as a void, an emptiness that fills us with anxiety. We try to stuff this black hole instead of realizing that we are the black hole and that its emptiness is actually a fathomless freedom.

Zweisamkeit' is the feeling of being alone even when you're with other people." Simon turned to

Zweisamkeit' is the feeling of being alone even when you're with other people.