Quotes About Emptiness

And I said to myself that he was the first thing that I had ever missed in my life.

Angels, we have grown apart.

It's not so much that nothing means anything but more that it keeps meaning nothing. there's no release, just gurus and self- appointed gods and hucksters. the more people say, the less there is to say. even the best books are dry sawdust.

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 than ever there is a place that will never be filled and we will wait and wait in that space.

soon I'll finish this 5th of Puerto Rican rum. in the morning I'll vomit and shower, drive back in, have a sandwich by 1 p.m., be back in my room by 2, stretched on the bed, waiting for the phone to ring, not answering, my holiday is an evasion, mt reasoning is not.

I didn't like anybody in that school. I think they knew that. I think that's why they disliked me. I didn't like the way they walked or looked or talked, but I didn't like my mother or father either. I still had the feeling of being surrounded by white empty space. There was always a slight nausea in my stomach.

all people start to come apart finally and there it is: just empty ashtrays in a room or wisps of hair on a comb in the dissolving moonlight.

What a pitiful mass of dangerous nothing

my hands dead my heart dead silence adagio of rocks the world ablaze that's the best for me.

I had no Freedom. I had nothing.

there is a place in the heart that will never be filled

I have lost my rhythm. I can't sleep. I can't eat. I have been robbed of my filth.

the dark is empty; most of our heroes have been wrong

it is all ash and dry leaves and grief gone like an ocean liner.

We've all heard that little woman who says, "Oh, it's terrible what these young people do to themselves, in my lsi other drugs, is a terrible thing". Then you look, the woman who speaks in this way: you have no eyes, no teeth, no brains, no soul, no ass, no mouth, no warmth, no spirit, nothing, just a stick… and avran made ??you wonder how to reduce it in that state teas and pastries and the church.

the flesh covers the bone and they put a mind in there and sometimes a soul, and the women break vases against the walls and the men drink too much and nobody finds the one but keep looking crawling in and out of beds. flesh covers the bone and the flesh searches for more than flesh.

it's the same as before or the other time or the time before that. here's a cock and here's a cunt and here's trouble. only each time you think well now I've learned: I'll let her do that and I'll do this, I no longer want it all, just some comfort and some sex and only a minor love. now I'm waiting again and the years run thin. I have my radio and the kitchen walls are yellow. I keep dumping bottles and listening for footsteps. I hope that death contains less than this.

most give way leaving empty spaces where people should be.

and now as we ready to self-destruct there is very little left to kill which makes the tragedy less and more much much more.

Don't undress my love you might find a mannequin; don't undress the mannequin you might find my love.

Prazan džep ima neku primjesu romantizma samo kada si jako mlad.

I see men assassinated around me every day. I walk through rooms of the dead, streets of the dead, cities of the dead: men without eyes, men without voices; men with manufactured feelings and standard reactions; men with newspaper brains, television souls and high school ideals.

No life anywhere, no life in this town or this place or in this weary existence

we forget the terror of one person aching in one room alone unkissed untouched cut off watering a plant alone without a telephone that would never ring anyway.