Quotes About Emptiness

I felt like the echo instead of the sound.

While you are conscious of being a Buddha, you are not truly a Buddha, because you are ensnared by the idea. You are not empty.

I wish I could explain it so someone could understand it. I'm afraid it's something I can't put into words. There's just this heavy, overwhelming despair - dreading everything. Dreading life. Empty inside, to the point of numbness. It's like there's something already dead inside. My whole being has been pulling back into that void for months.

Lacunae Lacunae aren't What was going to be Empty anyway. They aren't spaces With uses, such As margins or highway edges. Lacunae are losses In the middle of places- Drops where something Documented happened But the document is Gone-pond shaped Or jagged.

You're going to stay here. You're going to get strong. And then, when your mind is as empty as your glass, you'll know what to do.

The worst feeling is saying you're ok, holding back the tears; pretending to be a happy person; while dying on the inside."

When the people you love are gone, you're alone.

Even at the moment of direct perception when gnostic awareness of emptiness as form and form as emptiness is experienced, the mind is preparing to dualize the situation.

Love is two blind people sword fighting, love is a queen on a desert island, love is self-immolation, love is running scared in the dark, love is two people each of whose saliva is poison for the other, love is an empty house, a sunken boat, a crippled dancer.

Human beings suck the life out of everything that's beautiful.

There are people who live their entire lives and never know this kind of love.

A dead man's shroud has no pockets.

Jeff just didn't much give a shit after that. He'd done all he could, achieved everything a man could ever hope to—materially, romantically, paternally—and still it came to nothing, still he was left alone and powerless, with empty hands and heart. Back to the beginning; yet why begin at all, if his best efforts would inevitably prove futil

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I sipped my own, knowing again that everything in the world was ashes. Cold, and spent, and not quite worth the effort.

Oh lonesome's a bad placeTo get crowded into.

Snow is the only one of us that leaves no tracks.

He wanted to think of words that would make some difference but there were none in any language he knew that were sufficient to the moment or that would change a single thing.

I don't imagine I'll ever get over missing him, Raymond said. Some things you don't get over. I believe this'll be one of them.

People have nothing to say, but they are afraid of saying nothing, so what they do say comes out flat and vapid and meaningless. The shadow of death is on every face.

Junk takes everything and gives nothing but insurance against junk sickness.

Magnificent desolation.

Though you have sailed no farther from me Than a quiet bay Beyond a point of cedars, Yet you have been as far away As death.

Another day, another pang that you are afar.