Quotes About Emptiness

You lived intensely with others, only to have them disappear overnight, since the shadow class was condemned to movement. The men left for other jobs, towns, got deported, returned home, changed names. Sometimes someone came popping around a corner again, or on the subway then they vanished again. Addresses, phone numbers did not hold. The emptiness Biju felt returned to him over and over, until eventually he made sure not to let friendships sink deep anymore.

But there was still something missing. Something that nagged at her-an emptiness she couldn't explain. There were mornings she woke with her heart pounding wildly and the sensation of arms wrapped around her. But the feeling slipped away the moment she opened her eyes, and no matter how quickly she squeezed them shut, she couldn't recapture the contentment she'd felt.

Ocurre de vez en cuando: se te viene encima un gran vacío, es como si la misma falta de sentido de la existencia se te metiera dentro y se extendiera como un inmenso y desnudo paisaje.

and what was left was only man calling to Almighty God, aching to feel another human heart beating next to his own, so that together they could defy the eternal emptiness

Green makes me think of silence, or maybe it's loneliness. I get the feeling of a terribly distant star.

Loneliness was an unsatisfied thirst for illusion.

And narcissists don't love themselves. They hardly have any selves to begin with. They put all their energy into the fake image that they wear like a mask. Only there's nothing but dead space behind it.

Little by little - no, a lot by a lot - they all took from her. No one gave her anything. Mitsuko became a hollow shell.

You wear nice clothes, you seek respect, you make a lot of money, but what's the point? It's all pointless. Of course, this kind of meaninglessness might suit this crappy nation. But, you see, we still have emotions like joy and happiness, right? They may not mount to much. But they fill up our emptiness. That's the only explanation I have.

What I mean is, even a dumbass like me can think everything's pointless. Why do I get up and eat? It all ends up shit anyway. Why am I going to school and studying? Even if I happen to succeed I'm going to die anyway. You wear nice clothes, you seek respect, you make a lot of money, but what's the point? It's all pointless. But… but, you see, we still have emotions like joy and happiness, right? They may not amount to much but they fill up our emptiness.

This realization unsettled my sense of personal progress and education: it was possible to have freedom and plenty in the West and craft an empty life; it was possible to "have nothing" in the East and create a life of intimacy and dignity and beauty.

I'm all used up inside, love." Two tears slid down her cheeks. "That's not how I see you at all." "Which says more about you than it does about me, darling. I'm sorry." He

You will always miss her. There will be days - even years from now - when the missing will be so sharp it will take your breath away. But there will be good days, too, months and years of them. In one way or another you'll be searching for her all your life.

She remembered how it had felt and tasted, that slowly descending depression, like a thick glass jar that closed around you, sucking away the air you needed to breathe, creating a barrier between you and the world. The hell of it was that she'd been able to see all that she was missing, but when she'd reached out, all she'd touched was cold, hard glass.

No mother. Two small words, and yet within them lay a bottomless well of pain and loss, a ceaseless mourning for touches that were never received and words of wisdom that were never spoken. No single word was big enough to adequately describe the loss of your mother.

It felt as if she were bleeding - but it wasn't blood that leaked out of her, not something that could be easily transfused. Instead she was losing her dreams.

Lost is lost; it's when you want someone to hold you but there is no one who can. Lost is alone, even when people are all around you.

it was only possible to live without love when you'd never known it.

You're an interesting species. An interesting mix. You're capable of such beautiful dreams, and such horrible nightmares. You feel so lost, so cut off, so alone, only you're not. See, in all our searching, the only thing we've found that makes the emptiness bearable, is each other.

The emptiness of mere majority calculus deprives legality of all persuasive power.

I am a single, useless snail-loathing datum.

And there's nobody there. But

In fact, since I ceased to love I have known no peace. During my sleepless nights I feel sapped of energy, tormented by the wanderings of my spirit.

Life is will-to-live, will is a lack, lack is pain, all life is pain.