Quotes About Emptiness

There was so much sadness in everything, even when things worked. Then

and gamblers are dry and empty souls, their hearts have been sucked dry, there's no music in their walk, they are colorless and condemned.

But they were all tricks.They were very dull. There were pages and pages of words that didn't say anything.Or if they did say something they took too long to say it and by the time they said it you already were too tired to have it matter at all. you al re ady we re

It was sad, it was sad, it was sad. When she 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.

is this how it works? in this room the hours of love still make shadows. when you left you took almost everything.

the most immense thing about beauty is finding it gone.

their lives full of canned, mutilated laughter.

It was con; my mind was blank; I only wanted a halfpint of Grandad and six or seven tall cool beers . . .

9:09 in the morning, the taste of liquor and cigarettes, no police, no lovers, walking the streets, this poem, this city, closing its doors, barricaded, almost empty, mournful without tears, aging without pity, the hardrock mountains, the ocean like a lavender flame, a moon destitute of greatness, a small music from broken windows… a poem is a city, a poem is a nation, a poem is the world…

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 in the heart that will never be filled and we will wait and wait in that space.

tonight this room is smoky and I am alone listening to the silence. I am tired of waiting on life, it was so slow to arrive and so quick to leave. the streets and the cities are empty, love is on the damned cross and death laughs in the back room. at the edge, the edge, the edge.

you are alone, Chinaski, and below the stage the seats are empty. the theatre is dark. why do you keep acting? what a bad habit.

There is a space in the heart that will never be filled and we will wait and wait in that space.

They were beautiful nothings" ? Charles Bukowski, Ham on Rye

He had nothing, and he found out that having nothing was difficult too.

I walked around the library looking for books. I pulled them off the shelves, one by one. But they were all tricks. They were very dull. There were pages and pages of words that didn't say anything. Or if they did say something they took too long to say it and by the time they said it you already were too tired to have it matter at all. I tried book after book. Surely, out of all those books, there was one.

There are certainly any number of lonely people without much to do with their nights.

And what hurts is the steadily diminishing humanity of those fighting to hold jobs they don't want but fear the alternative worse. People simply empty out. They are bodies with fearful and obedient minds. The color leaves the eye. The voice becomes ugly. And the body. The hair. The fingernails. The shoes. Everything does.

Suicide fails as you get older: There's less and less to kill

two hollow emptinesses looking into each other

Ä°nsanlar?n yan?nda mutlu deÄŸilim, yeterince içersem kayboluyorlar.

you're not mine and it makes me feel so bad, this thing of being me…

I look into myself and find perfect emptiness

as I continue to consume - while the madhouses, skidrows and graveyards are filled with the likes of me