Quotes About Emptiness

You can't lose someone who was never there in the first place.

Sinto que há uma estranha eternidade naquilo que amámos e foi destruído.(I feel that there lies a strange eternity in that which we loved but has been destroyed.)

I miss you so much. Maybe if I say your name over and over again, it will eventually feel wrong to me. Like a word you write too many times suddenly doesn't look right anymore. I will try that.

They wordlessly excused each other for not loving each other as much as they had planned to. There were empty rooms in the house where they had meant to put their love, and they worked together to fill these rooms with midcentury modern furniture. (Birthmark).

Si mai era ceva, un amanunt care m-a obsedat apoi multa vreme: mana intreaga parea goala, degetele acelea palide si nervoase erau parca facute anume ca sa poarte un inel, si inelul acesta le lipsea. Era o mana pura, nelogodita, monahala...

There are no windows within the dark house of depression through which to see others, only mirrors.

It's impossible to move through the stages of grief when a person is both dead and alive, the way Min is. It's like she's living permanently in an airport terminal, moving from one departure lounge to another but never getting on a plane. Sometimes I tell myself that I'd do anything for Min. That I'd do whatever was necessary for her to be happy. Except that I'm not entirely sure what that would be.

S ljudima zajedno smrdi, ali je toplo. U samo?ama – prazno.

She felt worthless and hollow. There was no hope of fixing this. And when hope is gone, time is punishment.

A man who can take anything will find most things unsatisfying. And a man without memories is just a shell.

You don't miss things. You miss people.

At that moment i felt lonelier than i'd ever felt before, and that loneliness seemed to squat in my lungs and crush all but my most minimal breathing. There was nothing left to say. Not about this. Not about anything.

I lived, Dor said, but I was not alive.

His running was over. His dancing was over. Worse, for some reason, the way he used to feel about things was over, too. He withdrew. Things seemed silly or pointless

How do we say good-bye to you without saying good-bye to apiece of ourselves? Where do we look for you now?

And a man without memories is just a shell.

When he died, he took part of me with him . I was stuck after that

Part of the problem, Mitch, is that everyone is in such a hurry," Morrie said. "People haven't found meaning in their lives, so they're running all the time looking for it. They think the next car, the next house, the next job. Then they find those things are empty, too, and they keep running.

A man without memories is just a shell.

He could not feel agony. He could not feel sadness. His consciousness felt smoky, wisplike, incapable of anything but calm

But you can touch everything and be connected to nothing.

They fill every waking minute with action, but they are empty.

When the news came that his father had died—slipped away, a nurse told him, as if he had gone out for milk—Eddie felt the emptiest kind of anger, the kind that circles in its cage. Like most workingmen's sons, Eddie had envisioned for his father a heroic death to counter the commonness of his life.

Mom?" I whispered. I hadn't said it in so long. When death takes your mother, it steals that word forever