Quotes About Emptiness

Et de longs corbillards, sans tambours ni musique, Défilent lentement dans mon âme ; l'Espoir, Vaincu, pleure, et l'Angoisse atroce, despotique, Sur mon crâne incliné plante son drapeau noir.

Seek my heart no longer; the beasts have eaten it.

Saniye, tam üç bin alt? yüz kez saatte, F?s?ldar:: An?msa! - Çabuk çabuk, sesiyle Bir böceÄŸin, Åžimdi der: Ben GeçmiÅŸ'im bile, Ä°ÄŸrenç hortumumla emdim ömrünü hatta!

Art dulls the terror of the void better than anything else.

Que reste-t-il ? C'est affreux, ô mon âme ! Rien qu'un dessin fort pâle, aux trois crayons

Ce drag? mi-ai fi,Noapte,când stelele s-ar stinge:lumina lor îngân? un cântec cunoscut;iar eu vreau tot ce-i negru È™i gol È™i È™ters È™i mut!

Naista ei ole olemassa. Likainen valkovuodon löyhkä. Ja koska hän ei ole tottunut hellyyteen, hän ei osaa miellyttää. Sitä hän ei tee koskaan.

my beerdrunk soul is sadder than all the dead christmas trees of the world.

I said goodbye again sucking up all that was left of her into the little that was left of me. I said, 'don't look for me again. fuck it. we are all lost. goodbye, goodbye.

There is a place in the heart that will never be filled; a space. And even during the best moments, and the greatest times, we will know it.

people diminish me; the longer I sit and listen to them the more empty I feel but I don't get the idea that they feel empty, I feel that they enjoy the sound from their mouths.

No Help of that There is a place in the heart that will never be filled a space. And even during the best moments and the greatest times we will know it We will know it more that ever. There is a place in the heart that will never be filled and we will wait and wait in that place.

Forgive me, I guess I am off in the head, but I mean, except for a quickie piece of ass it wouldn't matter to me if all the people in the world died. Yes, I know it's not nice. But I'd be as contended as a snail; it was, after all, the people who had made me unhappy.

eleven months. now she's gone gone as they go.

sometimes there's nothing to say about death.

pain is absurd because it exists, nothing more.

It was sad, it was sad, it was sad. When Betty came back we didn't sing or laugh, or even argue. We sat drinking in the dark, smoking cigarettes, and when we went to sleep, I didn't put my feet on her body or she on mine like we used to. We slept without touching. We had both been robbed.

It was like a church in there as only the truly lost sit in bars on Tuesday mornings at 8:00 a.m.

Sometimes I get too exhausted to even feel bad

she slammed the door and was gone. I looked at the closed door and at the doorknob and strangely I didn't feel alone.

and the color in my eyes has gone back into the sea.

There is a loneliness in this world so great that you can see it in the slow movement of the hands of a clock.

No wonder Van Gogh blasted his head off. Crows and sunlight. Idle zero. Zero eating your guts like an animal inside, letting you shit and fuck and blink your eyes, but nothing, a nothing.

They were beautiful nothings