Quotes About Emptiness

The empty vessel makes the greatest sound.

The present moment is significant, not as the bridge between past and future, but by reason of its contents, which can fill our emptiness and become ours, if we are capable of receiving them

He utters empty words, he utters sound without mind.

The pomps and vanity of this wicked world.

When you get there, there isn't any there there.

Every time people come at us with the intention of killing us, I close my eyes and wait for death, part of me dies. Very soon I will completely die and all that will be left is my empty body walking with you. It will be quieter than I am.

Their bodies were like corpses ready for embalming, from which all innards likely to rot had already been removed. Superfluous emotions like curiosity, fear and lust for gossip or excitement had been shed along with the useless flesh and excess fat. Javer once said that Granny Shano could as easily have grabbed the ear of Benito Mussolini himself as the Italian officer's.

Even when it stands vacant the past is never empty.

Sve je u meni mrtvo; tako mi je dobro. Ne dopire do mene zvuk, umro mi je ocinji vid. Sve je ostalo za velikom kapijom koja se zatvorila muklo za mnom. Izgubio sam sve i nisam vise covjek nego nemirna besana misao koja je potonula i pricutala se na dubokom dnu, a nada mnom su kao neprozirne zelene mase voda, mir, daljina i zaborav.

Nece biti manje dosadno ako napisem da je dosadno i velika smisla ne vidim u ovom, ali oko mene je tako pusto i prazno da je nuzno da nacinim bezutjesnu konstataciju, samo konstataciju:da sam bio i zivio i da mi je bilo neizmjerno dosadno.

Gone, he kissed the air where she had stood.

Several notes were missing. They had always been missing, except for two that I had levered out with a poker when three...The anticipated thrill of a missing G or an E Flat was like a good joke, told again and again, always fresh. I believe that my present feeling for silences and emptinesses dates from those sing-songs, the awaited non-note on the beat.

I miss you. I miss you so fucking bad it hurts, but I don't know how to find you even though you're right in front of me." ? J.R. Ward, Lover Mine

she had nothing now that the fantasy was gone.

So he left, and found no passion, and returned to nothing at all.

Why do people live in places like this? There's nothing here. You see all that sky?" she asked Roarke. "You shouldn't be able to see that much sky from down here. It can't be good for you.

Grief levels us. We go on, we do what's necessary, but there's a shadow on the heart.

His mouth opens. From inside him comes a slow stream, without breath, without interruption. It flows up through his body and out upon me; it passes through the cabin, through the wreck; washing the cliffs and shores of the island, it runs northward and southward to the ends of the earth. Soft and cold, dark and unending, it beats against my eyelids, against the skin of my face.

Resulta extraño añorar lo jamás tenido, aquello de lo que nunca ha formado parte. Resulta extraño tener una sensación elegíaca acerca de un pasado que en realidad nunca ha conocido

Me falta algo, Eugenio. Sé que no debería ser así, pero lo es. La vida que tengo no me basta.

Estoy de acuerdo: es humillante, pero tal vez ese sea un buen punto de partida. Tal vez sea eso lo que debo aprender a aceptar. Empezar de cero, sin nada de nada.

Qué es lo que nos falta cuando no nos falta nada, cuando somos autosuficientes? ¿Qué es lo que echamos en falta cuando no estamos enamorados?

ya que la anatomía es el destino: un vacío, o una concha, una película sobre un vacío que ansía verse colmado en un mundo en el que nada se colma.

Yo tengo ganas de decirles que la conciencia se te come hasta que no queda nada de ti, como una araña que se come a una avispa, o una avispa que se come a una araña, nunca me acuerdo de cómo va, y solo queda la carcasa.