Quotes About Emptiness

cause me physical pain. I was burning inside. Nothing and nobody could ease the pain. I became a gray figure in the corridors. My shadow merged with the walls. Days fell off the calendar like dead leaves.

Sabien que aquell dia una llum s'apagava al món i que, a partir d'ara, tots estarien més sols, més buits.

occurred to me that their very presence was testimony to the moral emptiness of the universe and the mechanical brutality with which it destroys the parts it no longer needs.

Con el tiempo, la soledad se te mete dentro y no se va.

El tiempo pasa más aprisa cuando más vacío está.

Pero los años pasaron en paz. El tiempo pasa más aprisa cuanto más vacío está. Las vidas sin significado pasan de largo como trenes que no paran en tu estación.

Az ember, akinek nincs árnyék a szívében.

Die Zeit verfliegt desto schneller, je leerer sie ist. Ein bedeutungsloses Leben saust vorbei wie ein Zug, der am eigenen Bahnhof nicht hält.

there were no more ghosts there than those of absence and loss

But the years went by in peace. Time goes faster the more hollow it is. Lives with no meaning go straight past you, like trains that don't stop at your station.

Nobody knew, I thought. Nobody. But I nodded, and, after kissing her on the cheek, I wandered off, walking through the streets that seemed emptier than ever, thinking if I didn't stop, if I kept on walking, I wouldn't notice that the world I thought I knew was no longer there.

Time goes faster the more hollow it is.

His eyes gave off an air of bravado and arrogance, of disdain and sugary politeness. Julián smiled at him openly, reading insecurity, fear, and emptiness under that shell of vanity and complacency.

The scenery is colorless and depressing. It looks as though life in Hell is very harsh. And lonely. Very, very lonely.

How terrifying empty beds were. The neatness of the sheets and blankets was like the neatness of a mowed and trimmed graveyard.

Lark did not know how her parents would behave in public. They never came to anything, even teacher conferences. They had basically skipped Lark's life. She didn't mind. She had made her own.

It wasn't that she stopped being nice; she stopped being anything

Last time she had been here, the room had been pastel, romantic and soft. Now it was icily white. It was urban, out of a slick magazine, as if some cold, successful woman lived here with two possessions and an empty refrigerator.

The room was empty without him. No, the

But it's scary, isn't it? Not having something to hate and blame for all your unhappiness.

It was like she was so empty there wasn't even a feeling or thought in her.

There was a hollow in her chest, but at the bottom of this emptiness a heavy weight pressed down and bruised her stomach, so that she felt sick.

It looks to me like everything has just walked off and left me

Each day was very much like any other day, because they were alone so much that nothing ever disturbed them.