Quotes About Emptiness

For me, nothing can ever be well again.

Bereavement is my occupation and it absorbs me completely. You want me to touch you, to look at you with sympathy. I cannot.

Mi problema consiste en que siempre que percibo o hago realidad algo que creía que quería, sea una novia, un piso, un empleo, educación, dinero y así sucesivamente, simplemente me parece tan aburrido y estéril, que ya no lo puedo valorar.

Everything is muffled and car-crash-like and I want to speak but she's looking through me and I'm looking through alcohol. We're nowhere near each other even as we stumble in tandem through our disintegrating lives.

There's nothing in his eyes but need.

ah've found fuck all else, ZERO, tae fill this big, BLACK HOLE like a clenched fist in the centre ay my fucking chest …

What meaning has a compliment if one hears it night and day.

Never let it happen to you as it did to me. That you wake in the morning, stare at the ceiling, ask yourself, 'What have I got to get up for today?' and answer... 'Nothing.

He felt that dull, heart-choking pain that feeds on itself, the pain of a wife no longer by his side at waking, of a familiar world lost…

Globes of energy millions of miles across! Worlds with three billion humans on them! Infinite emptiness! Sorry, Powell, but I don't believe it. I'll puzzle this thing out myself. Good-bye.

The years separated them as effectively as a partition.

Now I'm entirely without hope, and one dies of that more quickly than of cancer

My mother has a saying: 'One is none.

My heart is broken, he told himself. It was at that moment he understood the profound meaning of that common phrase: he thought he heard the sound of glass breaking and felt that the essence of his being was pouring out until he was empty, with no memory of the past, no awareness of the present, no hope for the future.

She tried to understand what it meant to carry winter on your back, to hesitate over every step, to confuse words you don't hear properly, to have the impression that the rest of the world is going about in a great rush; the emptiness, frailty, fatigue, and indifference toward everything not directly related to you, even children and grandchildren, whose absence was not felt as it once had been, and whose names you had to struggle to remember.

Distance erases the contours and colors of memory. I have letters and photographs of the family that Juan Martín built in Norway; he calls me on the phone and has come to see me in recent years, when I no longer had the strength for such a long trip, but when I think of my son I can't seem to conjure the exact details of his features or voice.

quería estirar las manos a través de la mesa y tocarlo, acercarse, hundir la nariz en su cuello y comprobar que todavía olía a tierra y hierbas, decirle que sin él vivía sonámbula, que nada ni nadie podía llenar el vacío terrible de su ausencia, que daría todo por volver a estar desnuda en sus brazos, nada importaba sino él.

Qué sucederá con este gran espacio vacío que ahora soy? ¿con qué me llenaré cuando ya no quede ni una brizna de ambición, ningún proyecto, nada de mí?

I felt like I'd been emptied out from the inside, I was a bloody cavity, I couldn't breathe, my bones were made of wax, my soul had taken flight. And the world still turned as if nothing had happened: I stand up, take one step then another, find my voice and respond, I haven't lost my mind, I drink water, my mouth full of sand, my eyes burning, and my little girl stiff, frozen, sculpted in alabaster

Estaba feliz de haber perdido todo.

sólo quedaban sobre la cama dos criaturas desvalidas, con la memoria ausente, flotando en el vacío terrible de tantas palabras calladas.

You prep, you prep, you prep. And on the day that you film, you let all of that go. I try to achieve emptiness as much as possible - the Zen thing - to let the deal come out of that nothing.

I am a clinical zombie.

When I couldn't write, I felt like a zombie.