Quotes About Emptiness

What is the reason that, where'er I go, A sad sensation--not exactly woe, Though still sometimes approaching wretchedness, A wish for something that I can't express, A recklessness as to my future lot, Existence wanting--wanting--don't know what, Should weigh me down? When I Bonabben question, He answers shortly that "it's indigestion.

Artforum hasn't arrived. A state of deep melancholy has taken hold of me. I see the world through a gray veil, not even the best of jokes can exact a smile from me. I could die right now and I wouldn't notice the difference. Or maybe I would.

Cuando uno lo ha abandonado todo, puede decirse que le queda la contemplación del vacío.

Does absence have a weight?

Birth is difficult, but a thousand times more difficult is the hellish afterbirth. All the dragons and monstrous serpents of eternal emptiness follow behind the divine son.

Nothing brings the relentless flight of time and the cruel perishability of all blossoms more painfully to our consciousness than an inactive and empty life.

The neurotic who seeks to get rid of the necessities of life wins nothing and lays upon himself the frightful burden of a premature age and death, which must appear especially cruel on account of the total emptiness and meaninglessness of his life.

The training consists: first of all in systematic exercises for eliminating critical attention, thus producing a vacuum in consciousness.

I was amazed when I looked into her eyes – the eyes of a hunted, a cornered animal – seeking, seeking, always in the hope of something. . . She is possessed . . .And why is she possessed? Because she does not live the life that makes sense. Hers is a life utterly, grotesquely banal. . .with no point in it at all. If she dies today, nothing has happened, nothing has vanished – because she was nothing!

Ando meio fatigado de procuras inúteis e sedes afetivas insaciáveis.

Você não grita nem acorda. Não há terror, mesmo sendo aterrorizante: é assim que é. E pior ainda, não se trata de um sonho. Começa a amanhecer. Ou a anoitecer. Ninguém sabe quando passa o trem. Nem para onde vai. E não se leva nada. Isso é tudo que sabemos.

Existe sempre uma coisa Ausente.

News of your death. Tears, and the memory of all the times we talked the sun down the sky. You, Herakleitos of Halikarnassos, once my friend, now vacant dust, whose poems are nightingales beyond the clutch of the unseen god.

Long years, and so many of them that, one by one, their hopes for a child began to pack their bags and depart.

She was not trying to hide something; nothing she might have tried to hide was left in her

the look in her eyes told Hedström that she would never really be alive again. He'd seen it happen a few times in the course of his career. People who looked as if they were alive, who were breathing and moving about, and yet they were completely empty inside.

Il y a toujours quelque chose d'absent qui me tourmente.

That night I learned there are two kinds of hunger. The first I can satisfy with cheeseburgers and chocolate milk, but there's a second part of me, biding it's time. It can go on like that for months, maybe even years, but sooner or later I'll give in to it. It's like there's a great big hole inside me, and once it takes his shape he's the only thing that can fill it.

I suspect we have both lived lives that appeared to have serene surfaces and were, for both of us, hollow and impossible to sustain.

She cried for the love that could never be, for the kisses she could never again enjoy, for the arms that could never again hold." A Proper Companion.

About a third of my cases are suffering from no clinically definable neurosis, but from the senselessness and emptiness of their lives. This can be defined as the general neurosis of our times.

Unlived life is a destructive, irresistible force that works softly but inexorably.

At dusk a broken wheel appeared, Held by a hand I could not see, And I knew that someone I feared, Had discovered an empty room in me" ~ 1951

There are a few lonely places in this world, and the wastes of the great Alaskan Interior are the loneliest of them all.