Quotes About Emptiness

Boredom is simply romanticism with a morning-after thirst.

I empty myself with light Until I become morning.

How horrifying that morning when you wake up and your first thought is not of the person who has left. That's when you know, I will never die of a broken heart.

TRYING TO FILL THE empty SPACE i don't know if I will ever understand this Ache. Perhaps it is simpley and completely Love and what HAPPENS. at the end. Loss November 17, early morning

I got tired, I told him. Not worn out, but worn through. Like one of those wives who wakes up one morning and says I can't bake any more bread.

If you've never had a mother or a father, you grow up seeking something you're never going to find, ever. You seek it in love and in people and in beauty.

One word I had throughout the first year and a half of my mother's death was 'unmoored.' I felt that I had no anchor, that I had no home in the world.

There is something about losing your mother that is permanent and inexpressable - a wound that will never quite heal.

Maman died today. Or yesterday maybe, I don't know. I got a telegram from the home: 'Mother deceased. Funeral tomorrow. Faithfully yours.' That doesn't mean anything. Maybe it was yesterday.

It's hard to sleep at night because I'm still wondering where my mother is.

I want to tell you how much I miss my mother. Bits of her are still there. I miss her most when I'm sitting across from her.

When my mother and my grandmother died three months apart, I knew my world was over.

My mom does not exist anymore, and I cannot see my mother in myself. To me, the word "mother" is the synonym for the words "parting" or "separation" or "farewell."

Nothing prepared me for the loss of my mother. Even knowing that she would die did not prepare me.

We are only alone when we abandon ourselves.

Yes, and when the love of life disappears, no meaning can console us.

You can only lose what you cling to.

Music is the space between the notes.

Stupid cupid keeps on calling me, but I see nothing in his eyes. I miss my babe

Do we have anything in music that really wipes everything out? That just cleans everything away?

I don't have music, Christ I wish I had music but all I have is words.

Hell is a half-filled auditorium.

Music is what you notice when it's no longer in your presence.

Be empty. Be still. Just watch everything come and go. This is the way of Nature.