Quotes About Emptiness

Loneliness is a crowded room.

Become empty to become complete, for it is the void that defines the form.

By vast pains we mine into the pyramid; by horrible gropings we come to the central room; with joy we espy the sarcophagus; but we lift the lid- and nobody is there!-appallingly vacant as vast is the soul of a man!

The Elephant of Depression wasn't just parked on my chest, it was relaxing there with the Walrus of Gloom and the Hippo of Bleak Friday Nights in Alone. They had beers. They were settling in.

There is an emptiness inside of me- a void that will never be filled. No one in your life will ever love you as your mother does. There is no love as pure, unconditional and strong as a mother's love. And I will never be loved that way again.

When a mother dies too young, something inside her daughter always feels incomplete. There's a missing piece she continues to look for, an emptiness she keeps trying to fill. The

When my mother died, a lot of people tried to comfort me by saying, 'Well, you still have your father. You still have a brother and sister. You have a wonderful husband and beautiful children.' And you know what? That's all true. That's all completely true. But I still don't have my mother.

If I had to pinpoint my mother's location, I'd say she's nowhere and everywhere at the same time. She's a foggy memory I can't quite bring into focus and a gentle spirit that infuses all my days. She hovers in the background of my life now, suspended, shapeless, like familiar air.

A person was present your entire life, and then one day she disappeared and never came back. It resisted belief.

I felt a tremendous distance between myself and everything real.

What is to be known in raja yoga's final stage is without limits. The mind continues to think- if that is the right word- but of no thing. This does not mean that it is thinking of nothing, that it is a total blank. It has perfected the paradox of seeing the invisible. It is filled with that which is separated from all qualities, neither this nor that, without form, without a name. p49

There is only darkness, starless and complete. The waves glitter like a million dull knives.

After Father died, she told me that it felt strange to have hands anymore, what with no one to hold them.

People are islands,' she said. 'They don't really touch. However close they are, they're really quite separate. Even if they've been married for fifty years.

The safe, empty room sneered at him.

What an extraordinary difference there was between a body full of a person and a body that was empty! Now there is someone, now there is no one.

She was not in love, or out of love -- she felt nothing. She just wanted to be here alone in the dusk against the bulk of her giant tree.

football in the immaculate empty cupboards. He had lived there three years, he had told me. He was successful and rich and he inhabited a house of failure, of abandoned hope, probably.

There is a shortage of you in my life.

Everything that's created comes out of silence. Your thoughts emerge from the nothingness of silence. Your words come out of this void. Your very essence emerged from emptiness. All creativity requires some stillness.

We are nauseated by the sight of trivial personalities decomposing in the eternity of print.

The truth is that several years ago, I suffered from depression. And I remember during this time, I basically fell into this hole where my life became cold, and it became gray, and I lost sight of everything that was important to me.

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

If I have a last wish, I want to remember you. In an aimless life, to not even have those memories would be hell.